The Oak Tree
The Oak Tree
The master of forests
gives the shade we desire.
The mighty oak towers
over the trilliums flowers.
Acorns deliver,
lands precious devour,
for blue jays and squirrels
and all plants and soils.
Broad leaves transpire
earths cycles untired.
Suns shade and shadows made
from edges of towers.
Through stoves it warms,
on cold days,
the small cold feet of children
after hours of smiles.
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