Oak

Open like the span of an oak’s reach,

Touching both earth and sky.

You welcome me into your outstretched arms,

Showering me with sunlight and warmth.

Standing tall,

Never faltering,

In your love even when I beat against your trunk in frustration.

Will I grow as open and grounded as you?

Maybe!

For now,

I love you and admire your ways.

Thank you, beautiful Oak.