Beneath the canopy of beauteous oak
Seeds had fallen to earth and then awoke,
Four lives anew commenced on their journey
Within the ambit of protective tree.
Shielded by the majestic oak, saplings grew
Straight and tall, reaching out to heaven's blue,
Shielded from the blazing sun, summer's storm
And in the cold of winter were kept warm
By nurture of unseen force from above,
A force as strong and dear as mother's love.
Four trees are grown, have reached the heaven's blue,
With mother's love, how proud and tall they grew.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 07-24-99).]