Starting as a seed,
Soon to grow tall,
Who will I be,
Is the question of all.
Will I prosper and grow,
Or be cut from my roots,
This I shall not know,
Until my life finally mutes.
I was surrounded by many,
Who were of my kind,
Yet my strength was in plenty,
While there’s was left behind.
As the days grew long,
And my branches grew tall,
We heard a loud song,
Coming from the men’s chainsaws.
One by one they hit the ground,
And were quickly carried away,
They lost all their sound,
And had nothing to left to say.
For they fell weak to mankind,
While I still stood strong,
But I couldn’t yet define,
If my life would be prolonged.
Oh what would I do,
If I was left all alone,
With no conversation to brew,
and society postponed.
This question was asked,
Many years ago,
Way back in the past,
Yet here I still grow.
Day by day and night by night,
I listen to the sounds,
Some happy and some of fright,
As they linger all around.
Then one day I see,
A small boy in the distance,
With his father approaching me,
And I start my repentance.
Has my time finally arrived,
For me to reach my end,
Has my future been derived,
Such as those who were my friends.
But something strange begins,
As the boy grows near,
A hand he soon lends,
And shows he is sincere.
“Daddy this one is strong”,
Is what the boy soon declares,
“I think that your wrong”,
Says the father in despair.
But the boy begins to climb,
Up limb after limb,
Leaving his father behind,
As he grows very grim.
“Son come down from there”,
“this one is too tall”,
But the boy doesn’t care,
For he loves this one most of all.
“Daddy this one is it”,
He says with a grin,
And without throwing a fit,
The father says “Ok let’s begin”.
So the boy climbs back down,
While his father prepares,
Until he reaches the ground,
And the work they soon share.
They take a lengthy rope,
Which seemed sturdy and strong,
And with a profound hope,
They toss it long.
This cord reaches my branch,
And with success they scream,
And the boy begins to dance,
For this has been his dream.
To find the right tree,
And start his summer of fun,
And now he can see,
That the adventure has just begun.
So this father hangs the swing,
Which the boy visits every day,
Just to talk or retire,
Or simply just to play.
Maybe my purpose after all,
Was to bring a smile to this boy,
And not to rot or to fall,
But instead bring him joy.
So I watched the boy grow,
Day by day and year by year,
Until one day he didn’t show,
And he suddenly disappeared.
This brought sorrow to my heart,
For I was now all alone,
And my heart grew tart,
And I was cast out my zone.
But slowly over time,
I regained my old ways,
And left all the rage behind,
And furthered my days.
Then one day out of the blue,
I hear a sound from afar,
And this sound grew and grew,
Until I could see a new car.
With the slam of a door,
A man began to grow near,
But I had seen this man before,
It was the boy still sincere.
“I’ve missed you old friend”,
Said the man with a smile,
But just then that’s when,
He ushered his child.
“This was where I played son”,
The father now stated,
“This place is where I had fun”,
“And this day I’ve anticipated”.
So the father picked up the boy,
And set him down on the swing,
The same one that had brought him joy,
And to his son it would bring.
All of this joy and this fun,
Had been derived directly from me,
Creating a bond for father and son,
Maybe I was more than just an old oak tree.