<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time of the Oak</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end of my fence there is a beautiful big oak tree<br>It has withstood all weathers remaining proud and free<br>The trees bark is overgrown with wild ivy and faded<br>It's never alone because many insects and critters invaded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often see the sparkling eyes of a racoon at twilight<br>Or an opossum hanging from a branch holding on tight<br>Thousands of insects and birds visited over the years<br>Because the tree provides shade and shelter it appears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often think of trimming it but I do not have the heart<br>Leaving nature alone seems to be the way that's smart<br>During fall I usually get mad because of the falling leaves<br>But I enjoy watching the squirls taking acorns like thieves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old tree has seen different times and past generations<br>It has fought with the wind and endured heat with patience<br>The oak spreaded out and with majestic posture it stands<br>The tree is a statement of time without making demands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">During a storm I know I am safe if the oak tree survives<br>Because it has conquered time - being part of many lives<br>I am waiting for whispers of ancient secrets it may shares<br>Telling me about natures yet undiscovered evolutionary affairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kristina+Louisa+Carr">Kristina Louisa Carr</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431227" data-title="Time of the Oak de Kristina Louisa Carr" data-description="At the end of my fence there is a beautiful big oak tree It has withstood all weathers remaining proud and free The trees bark is overgrown with wild ivy and faded It's never alone because many insects and critters invaded I often see the sparkli..."></div> </div> </div>

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