In the rolling meadows and clear blue skies
Stands the old oak tree ,from the shadow rising high
He stands alone but doesn’t seem sad
He sways to the breeze feeling all so glad
He stands there through a storm or drizzle
Stands all alone sullen and unruffled
He stays there alone day or night
He doesn’t seem shaken and stands upright
I look closer and realize he isn’t alone
He is surrounded by life,many not just one
His giant arms sprawling high up and above
He swoops many a bird and shares his love
They build their nests and make their abode
His arms they trust , his love they owe
They chirp with joy in a haven so secure
Their tunes soothe the morning and many they allure
The hardworking ants climb on his trunk in a line
An epitome of team work,with manners so refined
They work through the day,until the sun shines crimson and low
Working to stay safe in the cold winter days of snow
Chipmunks racing up tagging each other
Together they work , running hither and thither
Gathering nuts and storing them in the old Oak
That is their home ,the one that is never revoked
His sprawling branches and the dense green leaves
Provides the cool shades for all who beseech
Old Oak tree I wish there we more like you
Forever giving and expecting nothing back as dues.
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