What memories of love could the great oak tell?
-if only she would willingly speak.
Would she tell of two lover’s passion?
-that led their hearts to greater highest.
Or, would she speak of the small children?
-whose friendship kindled an everlasting love.
Within her trunk, under the bark,
-One would find her life’s vain.
It stems out in all directions.
-Recording histories of love.
For every leaf the great oak grows,
Is proof a friendship has blossomed.
So, when you sit under her protective arms,
-Hand-in-hand with your friend or lover.
The love you show to one another,
Is that which makes a love grow stronger.
I implore, remember the great oak,
-she too needs your love and respect to flourish.
She’ll always be your loving friend…
-And listen to your heavy heart.
She will never sever the ties…
-That willfully makes friendship strong.
She is a wondrous creation…
-That deserves to stand proud and tall!