Friday, July 26, 2024

The Oak


Darling little acorn, perfect and true,
how I adore you. 
I'll put you in a pot in the sun, 
loving you is fun. 
A green sprout, you've started. 
Now, I'll plant you beneath my window, 
we shall never be parted. 
I will climb and hang from your strong branches. 
You will watch while I take my chances. 
Together we will grow. 
Always, I'll love you so. 
I know, I'm just a girl, 
you are so much wiser than me. 
You will house birds and bugs, 
I will give you hugs. 
Even if I move away, 
my love for you will never sway. 
You and I are one forever like the winds. 
Around you I dance, my true love, widdershins. 
My, Oak, if you were only a man and not a tree
oh, how perfect it might be.