O mighty Oak…
I ask of you
what magic upon you was bequeathed…
Your stance now so broad and tall
when you began as hapless and small
How and when this came to be
Please share your wisdom a bit with me
With an oaken smile, it seemed to say
It ain’t no mystery that I’m giving away
It’s really simple the truth I speak
Just believe and your truth do seek
Now, a little befuddled stood I
What’s the truth that I must apply
Its branches in a loving sway
It called me closer just to say…
Search and learn of who you are
That seed within you… precious by far
And once that’s done and once that’s freed
It never can be buried, that’s been decreed!
