THE MIGHTY OAK

The Mighty Oak

Said the oak to the grass

You are tiny and crass

Look at me so mighty and tall

So strong, never could I fall

I can feel the wind and breeze

And you get all the sleaze

Can you see how lucky I am?

You are just a little weed

A thing none of us need

I give shelter and shade

While you simply fade

I am superior in every way

While you dry to turn to hay

Said the grass to the oak

On your words you will choke

Don’t be sure of your might

It may one day make you slight

Though you may not agree

I have a certain pride and pedigree

I am useful to one and all

Do not boast for you will see

Time will take away your glee

Once the blade hits on you

You will die with no clue

On the earth I cling and stay

With no one plucking me away

Oh mighty oak don’t be proud

Don’t sing your praises, out aloud

The storm and wind can shake you

The lash of nature can end you

Life is meant to give and share

To love and to care

You need to learn a lot more

And erase your pride from the core

Stop your ranting and change your thought

Or one day you will simply rot

Try to be noble and kind

Peace and Solace you will find…