Mighty Oak

Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see.

Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.

Though storm clouds hover above you,

Your branches span the sky

In search of the radiant sunlight you

Count on to survive.

When the winds are high and restless and

You lose a limb or two,

It only makes you stronger.

We could learn so much from you.

Though generations have come and gone

And brought about such change,

Quietly you've watched them all,

Yet still remained the same.

I only pray God gives to me

The strength he's given you

To face each day with hope,

Whether skies are black or blue.

Life on earth is truly a gift.

Every moment we must treasure.

It's the simple things we take for granted

That become our ultimate pleasures.