The Mighty Oak

Said the oak to the grass

You are so tiny and crass

Look at me so mighty and tall

So strong, never will I fall

I can feel the wind and breeze

While you just get all the sleaze

You are just a little weed

A thing none of us need

I give shelter and shade

While you simply fade

I am superior in every way

While you dry and turn to hay

Said the grass to the oak

On your words you will choke

Don’t be sure of your might

It may one day make you slight

Though you may not agree

I have a certain pride and pedigree

Do not boast for you will see

Time will take away your glee

Once the axe hits on you

You will die with no clue

Oh mighty oak don’t be proud

Don’t sing your praises, out aloud

The storm and wind can shake you

The lash of nature can end you

Life is meant to give and share

To love and to care

Try to be noble and kind

And peace and Solace you will find…