Bark

I relish the warmth of the bark,

It never fails to satisfy me.

So crisp, it gives me a spark,

My enjoyment when I see,

The amazing old, crisp oak tree.

When it crunches it brings me satisfaction,

That I feel a wave of relief.

I admire just having a small interaction,

So splendid, like the Great Barrier Reef,

The amazing old, crisp oak tree.

The fragrance refreshes my senses,

It's incredibly addicting.

Unlike a rose’s gentle glow,

The oak is less inflicting,

The amazing old, crisp oak tree.