Oak Tree

Oak Tree.

I took an acorn and put it in a pot,

I bedded it in earth not a lot.

I had great pleasure watching it slowly grow,

The first budding green came ever so slow.

I watered my little tree once or twice a week,

I knew where I would plant it, down by the creek.

One day in the course of time it would be a giant oak,

To shield me from the sun, a sheltering cloak.

Lovers will carve their initials in that rugged bark,

An arrow through a heart they will leave their mark.

It will provide shelter for those caught in a summer's rain,

Under it's leafy boughs joy will be again.

Creatures of the wilds will claim it for their own,

Squirrels rushing up and down the trunk build a new home.

Birds will come to nest and raise their young,

They will sing a melodious chorus of songs well sung.

Under it's mighty branches grass will grow,

Here and there a wild flower it's lovely head will show.

My oak tree for hundreds of years will live,

Perhaps the most important thing that I ever had to give.