"The Oak Tree"

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!