The Sleeping Oak Poem by Clairabella Shoens

A sleeping Oak
Standing mighty, and strong
Delicate leaves falling to the ground.
A light powder of snow caressing the branches,
A slight shiver.
Chilling breezes sweep through the branches
The creatures of the oak leave.
Snow starts melting in the cool spring air
Buds start forming on the tips of the twigs,
The sleeping oak is now awake.
Birds and squirrels come
They start making nests in the mighty and strong oak,
Leaves start to form and branches grow stronger.
The air grows hot and humid
Summer is here,
The sun heats everything.
A chill goes through the air
The leaves turn orange, brown, red, and yellow,
The animals start to gather food.
Slowly the leaves fall off
The creatures of the oak must leave once again,
The branches grow weaker as a powder of snow caresses them.
Chilling winds blast through the twigs
Once again stands the strong, and mighty,
Sleeping Oak.

Clairabella Shoens