A mighty storm blew night and day.
It stole the oak tree’s leaves away.
Then snapped it’s boughs and pulled it’s bark
Until the oak was tired and stark.
But still the oak tree held it’s ground
While other trees fell all around.
The weary storm gave up and spoke,
“How can you still be standing, Oak?
The oak tree said, “I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two,
Carry every leaf away, shake my limbs
And make me sway, But I have roots
Stretched in the earth,
Growing stronger since my birth.
“You’ll never touch them, for you see,
They are the deepest part of me.
Until today, I wasn’t sure
Of just how much I could endure,
But now I’ve found, with thanks to you,
I’m stronger than I ever knew!
