THE OAK AND THE REED

I’ve seen the stormy oceans a-brew
and swarms of bees with honey a-new.
Sweet Mother Nature yields a heaven’s kiss
sending billowing clouds a-raining songs of bliss.
A giant oak stands proudly alone
exposed to Nature’s blustery new tones.
And the whistling wind sends its leaves in flight
Yet it bends not with the wind
While its branches twist and moan and it’s
Just the end of the beginning
Just the end of the beginning
The whiter book was held in the younger hand.
A meekly reed moves gently in time
attuned to Nature’s rhythm and rhyme.
As the whipping storm bends its stem to and fro
Singing through it melodies
Never ripping always loving for it’s
Just the end of the beginning
Just the end of the beginning
The whiter book was held in the younger hand.
The remnants sadly turn back a page
Of Aesop’s fable lesson in age
That to stand up tall
without budging at all
helps the pride but hurts the soul
and makes it hard to reach your goal and it’s
Just the end of the beginning
Just the end of the beginning
The whiter book was held in the younger hand.