The mighty oak started out as one lone seed.
It soaked up the water and began to feed.
Soon a seedling came sprouting high.
The sun's force helped it reach for the sky.
It weathered many storms and used all it's might
To grow into a tree that would cradle the birds at night.
The limbs were fragile and not big at all.
But with love and care they'd soon grow tall.
As each day passed the tree grew and grew
Adding new limbs with each day it went through.
Soon it was time for it's leaves to fall.
It was left bare and alone but ever so tall.
Spring brought new life back to the oak.
For each leaf that emerged became it's cloak.
It stood tall and proud for many a year
And shaded the ground below it so dear.
But as all things created by God above
Soon came the time it had thought little of.
To wither away and cease to exist
To stand weathered and worn in our midst.
The leaves we would see no more
As we had numerous times before.
The oak would still stand ever so tall
Just waiting for its time to fall.
When the day finally came to hit the ground
The loss for all was so profound.
Now there's a hole where the oak once stood
I'd happily bring it back if only I could.
As many of my latest poems have been, this too is about my grandfather who recently passed away. He is symbolized as "The Mighty Oak." His childhood, children, grandchildren and sickness are all reflected within the verses.