Midnight Walk Of The Old Oak Tree Poem by Invalid Files

I am
An old Oak Tree,

Implanted in the earth,
My feet, deep-rooted,
I breathe,
I hear,
I see,
I feel,

A voice,
Of a small child's
Never fails to greet me
Day after day,

I wait eagerly
For the small palm
To pat my trunk,
And pluck a leaf to
Carry home

But during the night,
With air so crisp,
The moonlight sings,
And child is asleep,

I shake my legs,
Rid the dirt and
Take a step,
To a midnight walk,

Thud
Thud
Thud

A deep, low pound
My footsteps make,
Into the night,
Let the moonlight sing