A cooling summer night glimmers upon the Grand Old Oak,
For wisdom and strength spread from leave to root.
Deep below it's water is found and roots now soak.
To nourish this tree as people seek to look,
It's purity fills the air in rapturous dreams to be heard,
As Grand Old Oak sways in the gentle wind and dusky light,
Where from it's branches the Nightingale's song is heard.
In clarity as the dawn approaches from the night.
So to another night has passed on by in subtle clarity
As the morning sun rises in the west bringing the new day
Grand Old Oak stretches out his leaves in tremendous harmony
As the world about now comes to life, Grand Old Oak will happily sway
Jennifer Don © 2010