The Mighty Oak Stands

It was measured by a ruler

And reached knee-high.

Quite a riot it would stir

As it climbed high to the sky. 

The mighty oak of any place

Shall put it's people in a blissful state

As they watch it ascend

Starting as the seed from which it begins.

Thick and sturdy it stands 

Without a sound

As it brushes the clouds

With leaves and branches bound.

All can acquire a gaze

And see the humble glory

Of a being unfazed

That has witnessed many a man's story.