“The oak tree”
A mighty wind blew night and day,
It stole the oak tree’s leaves away,
Then it snapped its boughs and pulled its bark,
until the oak was tired and stark.
But still the oak tree held its ground,
while other trees fell around.
The weary wind gave up and spoke,
“How can you be still standing, oak?”
The oak tree said, “I know that you can
break each branch of mine in two,
carry every leaf away,
shake my limbs and make sway;
but I have roots stretched in the earth,
growing stronger since my birth.
You’ll never touch them, for you see,
they are the deepest part of me.
Until today, I wasn’t sure
of just how much I could endure;
but now I’ve found, with thanks to you,
I’m stronger than I ever knew.
by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr.