My son's oak tree is practically perfect,
it’s arching arms reach to the sky –
bare bones in the winter
when leaves are gone and dry.
Yet this shows off its perfection
each branch grown as it should,
affirming life left up to God
is truly something good.
Planted back when just a boy,
a seedling brought from school,
it found its roots where it was
planted
through pleasant spring and winter cruel.
Long stand this oak who shares its
bounty
one acorn at a time,
it would be missed by those partaking
of it while in its prime.
So live the life that God intended,
as a testament to all descended
that young men grow
and trees stand tall
and never give up –
til you’ve given your all.
