I took an acorn and put it in a pot. <br />I then covered it with earth, not a lot. <br />Great pleasure was mine watching it grow. <br />The first budding green came ever so slow. <br />I watered my plant twice a week <br />I knew I would transplant it down by the creek. <br />One day it will be a giant oak, <br />To shield me from the sun a sheltering cloak. <br />Lovers will carve their initials in the bark, <br />An arrow through a heart they will leave their mark. <br />It will shelter those caught in a fine summers rain, <br />Under its leafy bows joy will be again. <br />Creatures of the wilds will claim it for their own, <br />Squirrels will reside here in their own home. <br />Birds will build nests and raise their young, <br />They will sing melodies a chorus well sung. <br />Under it’s branches grass will grow, <br />Here and there a wild flower it’s head will show. <br />My oak tree for hundreds of years will live. <br />Perhaps the most important thing I had to give.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oak-tree-2/
