One Lone Oak

In a land of rolling gentle hill, grass of rich green scents embrace, cotton clouds drift in parade. One lone oak crowns a summit, regal on blue sky's horizon. From under spread canopy a small voice is heard in question. “Father will I soon be grand as you?” “Patience my son, you are but a sapling risen in Spring's promise, your time now just begun. Think not of your destination, but the journey that lies before you. This is a time to sink your roots deep, draw from the rich earth her gift of life. Grow strong and straight in full bloom. Learn to stand in strength of challenge, yet bend when need calls. For in your time winds will change, gentle breeze will sing of peace, and gales will speak of distant war. Embrace the falling rain as giver of life, but reach deep your roots with knowledge, lest floods attempt to wash you away. Spread your branches wide in invitation, filled with sweet fruit in open offer. For you are the provider of those in need, your reward will be the song of life. They will come to seek your embrace, your days filled with song and family. As seasons roll like waves upon the sea, fear not the long cold Winter's sleep. Rest well of clear conscience, for Spring's morning will come in renewal. Life is but a day, the sun rises and shall set. Through you my son I shall live on, for you are of my fallen fruit.” So it was the young sapling grew. Season upon season strong and tall, through the old oaks message of life. In a land of rolling gentle hill, grass of rich green scents embrace, cotton clouds drift in parade. One lone oak crowns a summit. ~ Youth is a time of growth and learning, seek strength yet be not unbending. Make knowledge your foundation, for wisdom is a guiding light. Live in peace and harmony and give freely to those in need. To friends and family offer your embrace, for life is but a day. Robert Gene Stoner Jr © 7/11/16