A dad is a like an oak tree,
with his feet firmly planted
in the soil of our birth.
He’s the solid hardwood
we all aspire to be,
strong, trusting, kind,
and the one who will always
be there for us.
His long arms are
like protective branches
reaching wide
around his grove of seedlings
and anyone standing
in his shade
feels safe and secure
and loved.
A dad's trunk may widen,
his leaves above
may pale and thin,
but he will always be
our mighty yet gentle oak,
the creator of our forest,
and eternally loved.
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