I’ll not ponder the unkindness
Meted out from ill-natured lips
As an Oak offers shade heedless
of Sun or Moons good fellowship
It stands rooted in shamelessness
Though sure it’s need for light to slip..
I shall not wither till I break
While callous hearts intend it so
One limb may fall in a storms wake
Yet still the core intact will grow
Pruning waste for the futures sake
Integrity remains aglow..
If one must for selfish needing
Attempt to harm or kill the tree
With want of hurtful hopes seeding
Truth and light will with certainty
Survive the weathers battering
Grounded well in Loves hand firmly..