The Wise Old Oak

By: Sarah A. Perlitz

It starts with a seed as did you and me,
just the right kind of soil it must be.

With tender care the earth doth give
loving nurture for this seed to live.

Springing from the ground it propels,
with roots growing deep in its youth it excels.

Up to the sky it flourishes and flowers,
its tough bark and trunk show mighty power.

Long lives our friend, the Wise Old Oak,
who sadly outlasts many stocks of folk.

The years come and go, and by and by
Harsh torments do fall from the sky.

Lightning, Fire, Floods and Rain
and the treachery of the great hurricane.

This tree shows no signs of affliction or pain
It stands its ground firmly, tall, strong, and proud

For better or for worse…
Alas here is the origin for my verse.

For seasons go on as you know they must,
however it is within your heart you should always trust.

With assurance from the coming of dawn
be certain all things in life do carry on.

Now lift your eyes upward to the sky
and don’t let another minute pass you by.