Dear Old Oak Tree 

Who dreamed of limbs that spiral

Who wished for no limit 

But they still cut you down

But you still try

You still grow

Dear Old Oak Tree

Who stared upon the sky with dull eyes

Aching for leaves that touch the clouds

But they still try and shape you 

Yet you still try

You still grow

Dear Old Oak Tree

Who tried and tried

Whose withered limbs were not quite enough

Because they kept sawing 

But you still try 

You still grow

Dear Old Oak Tree

Who one day, you were set free 

They stared at your reaching limbs with remorse

Because your spirit was untaintable

You kept growing

You kept trying

Dear Old Oak Tree 

Who never let up

Dear Old Oak Tree

Please never change