I am an oak tree, although my roots have been severed, and I have acquired a top-heavy lean,
Lessons are learned and dark storms weathered, with never a doubt to be seen,
I may bend in the wind, I will dip and sway, but never shall I break,
For new roots are questing, further each day, and the more I find my soul awakes,
Emerald limbs, in eager embrace, to the heaven’s cleansing rain,
In my darkest hour, all fears erased, with the receding tide of pain.