The Amazing Oak Poem by Phil Soar

I sat beneath the Oak tree, its age amazed me
A plaque beside it told of its history

Astonished, I realised it had seen more than I ever will
Breathed more than I ever can, weathered more storms

Looking at its shape and form, I imagined the Autumn winds
Trying hard to blow it away as a sapling

It would not yield, and now shared the ground beneath it
Its roots deep in the very soil its yearly leaf fall nourished

Through years of autumns it shared its seeds
And up rose hundreds of offsprings, searching out the light

Reaching up, they would grow, as their parent did
And maybe a hundred and more years from now, someone will be amazed too