Oak Tree Poem by Kieran J1996

An icy wind blew night and day,
And stole the olds Oaks leaves away,
It snapped the branches and stripped the bark,
Until it was left bare and stark,
And while the others fell to the frozen ground,
The Oak stood still, film, no sound,
The blown out wind, stopped and spoke,
How can you still stand, you old, old oak?
The the Great Tree replied,
You cannot break me, you've tried and you've tried,
You may tear my leaves away,
And amke my body shake and sway,
But still i shall hold steady fast,
Though you think that i cannot last,
I have rootes, deep in the earth,
Growing strong since my birth,
So you see,
They are the strongest part of me,
Days ago i was not sure,
Of how much force i could endure,
But know i know i am so strong, and all beacsue of you,
So now i give thanks, where thanks are due,