The

Oak tree

designed to flourish

into

all it could be

 

Once

a simple acorn 

buried

in the ground

encased

by the hushed

sound

 

of

dark coloured

earth

awaiting

birth

through nature's

sheath

hosting quietly

underneath

 

the

noise and the 

bustle

the footsteps

the hustle

 

passing through

the storm's

of rage

of seasons time

and nature's

stage

 

nobody knew

how the 

acorn

grew

 

how grace

fueled growth

both

hand in hand

 

to enable

to withstand

 

to find

its place

to face

its long

Divine held

song

 

The Oak Tree

designed to flourish

into

all

it

could

be

 

 

 

 

 

Maureen Tuohy - Copyright