The Stately Oak - © 1994 

What a wondrous sight to see

So many shaped woodland trees

As sunlight dances through the pines

It’s time to leave the world behind

To lean against a mighty oak

And marvel at its splendour

As elm and ash both cut a dash

Another day will soon surrender

As willows weep into the stream

Through their vale of tears

A birch, a beech sway in the breeze

As the sun it disappears

The chestnuts with their upturned flowers

Of pure virgin white

Ivy clinging to sycamores

And most every tree in sight

Rhododendrons spray the ground

With multi-coloured petals

And new-formed trees begin their growth

They’re so fragile when they’re little

But the tree that I love most of all

Is the high and mighty oak

Though everyone is much the same

A lump comes to my throat

As all are individual

Though very much alike

None can compare with the stately oak

Who rules the woodland with all his might