Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see
Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
Though storm clouds hover above you,
Your branches span the sky,
In search of the radiant sunlight you
Count on to survive.
When the winds are high and restless and
You lose a limb or two,
It only makes you stronger.
We could learn so much from you.
Though generations have come and gone
And brought about such change,
Quietly you've watched them all,
Yet still remained the same.
I only pray God give to me
The strength he's given you
To face each day with hope,
Whether skies are black or blue.
Life on earth is truly a gift,
Every moment we must treasure.
It's the simple things we take for granted
That become our ultimate pleasures.
Written by Kathy J Parenteau
