Mr. Oak Tree

What potter molded your clay?

You stand so tall and mighty.

Your roots run deep,

and your colors change as the seasons do.

You battle storms.

No matter how much you sway,

you always stay.

Tell me.

Leaves like scarlet and bark like chocolate,

who chiseled the details?

For the wind brought me here,

and I created myself.

I started out small,

but I grew strong.

I am my own canvas - painting and creating.

I made myself into who I am.

I'm an oak tree - firm.