Stand
TALL,
oh
mighty
OAK,
for all the world to
see.
Your
strength
&
undying
beauty
forever
amazes
me.
Though storm
clouds
hover
above you,
Your branches span
THE SKY
In search of the
radiant
sunlight
you Count on to
survive.
When the winds are
high
and
restless
&
You lose a limb or two,
It only makes you
STRONGER.
We could learn
so much from
you.
Though generations have
COME
&
GONE
&
brought about such
CHANGE,
Quietly you've watched them
ALL,
yet still remained
the same.
I only pray God gives to me
the
strength
he's given you
To face each
day with
HOPE,
Whether skies are
black
or
blue.