majestic

Beautiful oak, majestic to see,
broad at trunk, rising high to sky,

branches reaching out in all directions, 
to each and every corner of this world,

though there be not one leaf to see,
in this season that comes and goes,

sooner than thought the world will know,
of the blossoms that sprout forth,
and do in time once more bare the fruits.

Years and years of strength from deep inside,
are the life force that will grow,
each and every branch,
always reaching higher for that sky.

Roots run deep to hold firm to ground,
so that no winds can blow,
this mighty oak over,
for they just won’t let go.