I'm a big oak tree, growing up so high, spreading out my branches, reaching for the sky...

Pine trees may seem
imposing,
with bark and needles,
powerful.

Oak trees are more
inviting,
sprawled out branches
to climb on.

But when the storm comes,
who falls?
My roots go deep
in rich soil.

My yellow leaves fly
to you.
Shudder in my
fearless wind.