And like a prairie
Oak I see you
Full of promising comfort
Standing there far off
A tower of plain
Providing me my respite
From the heat of
Life from the rain
Of despair and the
Cold of my loneliness
Sometimes laying at others
Shading once or twice
Huddling offering me safety
Leaving you standing there
I do know that
Others also find their
Place with you and
I am but temporary
But for now and
Until I am ready
With you beneath you
I shall stay here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 