I love them. I love seeing the acorns on the ground. I love the leaves and their shape. I love how oak trees look. They are also strong trees. Acorns bring back childhood memories...
"Turn The Page"
Turn the page on the day, walk away
'cos there's sense in what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
by William Blake (1757–1827)
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?