Sunday, August 9, 2015

The Oak Tree

The steady Oak’s roots dig deep to the source of their strength
Its boughs provide shade to all who come near
The trunk holds up children and animals
To take a look at the horizon

The leaves of the tree are ever green, and do not fall,
In hard seasons
The thick roots destroy weak foundations
And trip any intruder

Even as a sapling it stood
Set apart from the rest
Growing closer to the sky
And towards the light

With its rough bark it hides
The broad rings within
From the farthest distance
It can be seen

The Mighty Oak
Sprawling in glory
My shade

My favorite Oak Tree
And my home

Dedicated to my husband