grass sparkling in the sunrise
catches her eye on the way to school.
she thinks,
maybe it was a good thing
...
my pen weeps petals of ink
bound into a sable rose
where the butterfly stops to drink
paint the sky with darkened prose
...
Dear Oak
you're a great tree
standing up tall
for all to see.
branches raised high
and roots buried low
the image of strength
for all those below.
the strong
and mighty
oak tree.