For a friend
In the shade of this old oak tree, memories come in a wave over me
This old oak twisted and broken, yet still stands firm
It’s rough and weathered bark doth shield
protecting the meaty pulp of its heart
Though winds may bend and beat it down
The old tree still stands it ground.
It’s roots gripping the soil tight growing, snarling through its plight
This old oak, branches reaching out through day and night
Shelter it shall for evermore, standing here through time
not rot nor whither for it carries life within
One lone tree only it seems, look around
A forest you see. One and another standing proud
Each a part of the other, gently lifting their boughs
A system created for eternity amongst an army of greenery
Surrounding in their center this old oak tree.