The Oak

I stand here with the water at my feet, Chapped from the wind and naked. Perched just below the overhang, My arms reach out over the water. I grasp, using all my strength To keep hold of my garments Being torn away by nature’s Heavy breath. Though I stand Steadfast and rigid for God has Given me strength to endure. I am the guardian of this river. I am the sanctuary for weary travelers, I am history, I have a tale of heroism. Reach for me when you need rest, I am solitary, I will give you solitude. Rest upon my fallen drapes Bury your thoughts at my feet. Let me stand tall for you.