That Mighty Oak

As I gaze out my window today I see that mighty giant oak It seems naked though without its leaves But shortly it’ll wear its mighty cloak Those limbs that swoop downward Will bring needed shade come spring And it in its masters way Will again reign as the yard King The birds with all their fluttering Will have nests all throughout And woodpeckers pecking noisily Will feed again no doubt The squirrels, oh yes those pesky things Will chase each other up and down And I shall see it all once more From my vantage point on the ground The mighty oak sways in the breeze And calls for all to come Birds will sing in harmony In this massive green coliseum But now it sleeps in peaceful bliss Just waiting for that click I know it won’t be long my friends Go ahead, do the arithmetic