Oak tree, stay with us
Another year. Give us another
Summer of sweet shade.
June when day lilies bloom orange
Around your trunk,
July when bees make sticky honey
In your hollow,
August when a red-tailed hawk roosts
In your upper branches,
September when wind makes music
With your drying leaves,
You will be glad with us,
Old oak, for having given another
Year. You'll be glad you stayed.