Budding Beauty

A single bud appears

Though much smaller than its peers

It persists, through snow and rain

Surviving beyond wind and bane

An oak tree, so glorious 

Finally, she reigns victorious

She has grown strong and tall

And now, she is no longer small

Gloriously lush evergreen trees 

Gracefully dancing in the breeze

Like music, it’s tranquil and serene -

Truly a picturesque scene

Glowing moonlight shining down

On the oak in her leafy gown

She’s poised on her many roots    

Wearing her best soil-boots.

Everything has an end,

And the truth will not ever bend

The oak has lived without much strife      

And peacefully arrived at the afterlife.