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.
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