Out back of me and maybe you,
An oak tree stands and blocks my view.
This tree is thick and very wide,
But I love it for its size.
It’s leaves are orange and red in fall,
In spring there’s no red to be seen at all.
In summer months the oak tree wears,
Green leaves and robins in her hair.
The birds build nests upon her branches,
The arms grow longer – what are the chances?
That they will some day fall to the ground,
I hope that day I’m not around.
I love this tree – I love its size,
Under the branches I will abide.
I hope this tree lives forever,
And I hope it falls – never!