The Silky Oak

Flowers bright orange and red like little fires flickering in the distance.
Insects come and go taking what they need and then giving back to the world.
It’s like it has hundreds of arms thin and thick,
Each and every one of them are different just like us,
Some of them arch, some of them stand tall,
They are all different no need to discriminate.
Every one gives off its own vibe, its own energy that some people can feel.
Some people look at them like a best friend,
A welcoming, protective best friend.
I love the Silky Oak.