As moonlight filters through oak's leaves,
I feel soft kiss of evening's breeze,
A gentle touch upon my skin,
That brings a warmth to soul within.
Oak's rustling leaves in harmony,
Unto my ears a symphony,
Enraptured by the winds that sing,
Sweet songs to me of love you bring.
Within the limbs of canopy,
Protected from disharmony,
I hear the hush of evening's fall,
As come to me, comes forth night's call.
Each scar upon your weathered boughs,
Upon my heart your love endows,
Life's memories of pains and joys,
From forth your roots, dear oak deploys.
A lifetime in limbs soft embrace,
Encaptured in tree's verdant grace,
Forevermore will seek thy shade,
For oaken tree, my life has made.
I sit beneath green canopy, in shade of towering oak,
Reflecting on the paths not took, of words I've never spoke,
I gaze above at shimmering leaves, as sun's light filters through,
Oasis in the summer heat, beneath the sky so blue.
I hear sweet songs of nightingale, upon the summer breeze,
And see the dance of Terpsichore, amongst the oaken leaves,
Within the limbs a universe, protected by oak's boughs,
And on this beauteous summer day, majestic oak allows...
A simple man to touch the gods, in boughs of nature's grace,
Allowed in slendor to repose, in this, gods' special place,
In summer of my eighteenth year, I took you as my wife,
For eight and twenty years you've been, the tree that shades my life.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 01-10-2000).]