The Oak Tree

A mighty wind blew night & day

It stole the oak trees leaves away

Then snapped its’ boughs and pulled its’ bark

Until the oak was tired and stark

But still the oak held its’ ground

While other trees fell all around

The weary wind 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 was not sure

Of just how much I could endure.”

“But now I know with thanks to you

I’m stronger than I ever knew!”