Mighty Oak
A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree’s leafs away
Then snapped its bowels and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
The weary wind gave up and spoke
How can you still be standing, Oak?
The oak tree said, I know that you
Can brake each branch of mine in two,
Carry every leaf away, shake my limbs
And make me sway.
But I have roots stretch 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 wasn’t sure
Of just how much how much I could endure.
But now I’ve found in the thanks to you
I’m stronger than I ever knew.

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