The oak tree stands before me,
So strong and full of love.
When e'er I see an oak tree,
I go give it a hug.
The magic of an oak tree is,
No matter what goes on,
Around her bark and leaves,
You see,
She keeps on standing strong.
Nothing around conveys her.
She knows just who she is,
Because when it comes to challenges,
You know that she's a whiz.
She'll look inside her woody heart,
And there she'll find her love,
And then she'll reach down deep below to give her roots a hug.
Her roots go deep inside the earth,
Her branches reach the sky.
With strength from roots and head held high,
Imagination flies.
If ever I feel sad or scared,
I remember my friend oak.
I look inside my heart for love and reach down through my toes to feel the strong and loving earth with strength that no one knows.
I reach up,
Up into the sky with arms and smiling face.
Imagination,
Strength,
And love ignites my timeless grace.