The Oak Tree

The tree, how you inspire me to write.

When you dance calmly in the slight, cool breeze,

You are as high as my flying kite.

50 metres in the air, many bees,

You will see up there, let me compare you

To your family found along the endless road.

You share an oak pattern with your great crew

But you are very unique since when you grew.

The peculiar shade of brown you contain

Makes me wonder about you even more.

Whether or not you are part of this chain.

Your colour has never been seen before.

There you have it, the oak tree, different.

Unique is its own way, magnificent