The Oak Tree

The tree along our quiet street,
Has much love and fame,
Has a view so delicate and sweet,
Down this quiet lane.

Laying under it's cooling shade,
Protected from the vicious storms,
Listening to the sounds it's made,
Down this quiet lane.

I hear you as I come down the street,
Other sounds seem so plain,
Would hope for this day to repeat,
Down this quiet lane.