A Strong Oak Tree

I grew into a fine oak tree
with plenty of branches for you to see
birds would come and eat my wood they never brought me any food

years have passed the winters longer
only to make me a little stronger
coming and going but never knowing
my years helping, my branches sowing

special things that passed my way
unexpected, thought was here to stay
taught me so much on the way
gave my heart a place to stay

now I let the birds perch, pleen and nest
as I try to give my best
lessons from a man who took me in just in time before my world caved in

little love goes such a long way
he always in my heart to stay
that strong oak tree I always wanted to be
helped along by a man that loved me, for me!
Traveler On The Path