Oak Tree

A mighty wind blew night and day

It stole the oak tree’s leaves away

Then snapped its boughs

And pulled its bark

Until the oak was tired and stark.

But still the oak tree held its ground

While other trees fell all around

The weary wind gave up and spoke

“How can you still be standing, Oak?”

The Oak tree said,

“I know that you can break each branch of mine in two

Carry every leaf away,

shake my limbs, and make me sway.

But I have roots stretched 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 I could endure

But now I’ve found,

with thanks to you,

I’m stronger than I ever knew.