The Old Oak Tree

Some say the old oak tree is a treasure

Some say it's a mystery

But I know the truth

The old oak tree is my best friend

In the summer when it's hot, it gives me shelter

And when I fly my kite and let go

It's always there to catch it

And now that I have it, I'm not letting go

And at night when it sings its gentle lullaby

And rocks its young to sleep

I know I am making no mistake

Larissa Shaughnessy

January 2006