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