Oak tree

I heard your cries late at night. I felt your pain through my veins. I was there to greet you rain or shine. I have been there since you were a lad, I watched as you and your siblings played and laughed. In the wind you could hear me sing, Through the rain you could watch me grow. I know all the secrets that you keep. Even though no one asked me to play, I played in my own kind of way. On that hot summers day, I watched as your first kiss carried you away. I was in the pictures that you took for graduation. Times go by and the years pass, My strength has dwindled My foundation is weak And my destiny looks bleak. I overheard something the other day, How could you get rid of me after all these years? There are a hundred reasons for your decision, I know! But who will I watch play and grow? Whose secrets will I keep now? Everything comes to an end; it is part of God’s grander plan. I just hope no one forgets About the oak tree that once lived.