The Old Oak Tree

The old Oak tree, a splendorous beauty, It stands alone, oh the generations its seen, Quietly standing, humped and frail, A son of nature, fulfilling its duty.

Once small and strong, its growth was slow, Through all the years, that nature allows The birds, the flowers, it has seen them all, Sunrise, sunset, and the beautiful moon glow.

The sounds it’s heard, the sights it’s seen, Swaying gently and strong, with the breeze it feels, A home for the squirrels, for the nest of birds, The arrival of seasons, with leaves of crest green

A life near end, only nature will fear, The absence of its beauty, the forest will know, The strength, the beauty, and seedlings it shared, Fulfilling it’s duty, as nature sheds a tear.

-- B.J. Ayers --> https://www.poemhunter.com/b-j-ayers/ ↗️