• I am just a leaf of an Oak.
    The sun’s what I soak.
    I’ll never provoke
    An attack on me
    Or my fellow leaves
    They should leave us be.

    However,

    The wind always blows
    Up to heads, down to toes,
    We break and we bow.
    And the evergreens just watch,
    As they hide every notch
    Which will fall off from rot.
    And the flowers just meddle,
    Simply fixing their petals,
    So someone will settle
    To pick him and not her
    As a gift to a lover
    But the oak’s leaves still stir
    From the wind that blows under,
    With the rain and the thunder.
    This attack is no blunder.
    But behind the clouds lies the sun,
    He who promised to never shun,
    He who’s job is never done,
    Gives all his force,
    Straight from the source
    To dispose of remorse.
    He illuminates the flowers.
    The evergreens become empowered,
    And the Oaks, still fight against the wind.