The Oak Tree

The tickle of grass beneath my feet
listening to the birds chirping and watching squirrels run free
Finding wisdom and peace under the old oak tree
I have grown, loved, and lost under its sturdy branches
Turning pages from all the classics basking in the silence as time passes
All the secrets I have whispered in its quite hole
Finding who I really am growing with the oak tree
It feeds off my oxygen and I feed off its energy I am a part of it and it me
Even after growing up and moving away, I bring my children to the place I was set free
Who I am will always be known by my best friend with all my secrets it holds
Watching me and my children grow with them filling the hole with secrets of their own
At the place, I will always feel at home the old oak tree