The Oak Tree
The Oak tree was once a seed But had its rightful feed To reach its status need There are times your heart will bleed But take heed Before the Oak tree becomes a mere weed
The Oak tree was once a seed But had its rightful feed To reach its status need There are times your heart will bleed But take heed Before the Oak tree becomes a mere weed
her unfading elegance an Angelic appearance the sun’s radiance at a glance her charm has no resistance matchless, none stands a chance her royal ambiance the sweet fragrance My Paris in France Virtuous lady of substance She’s God’s resemblance Beauty in perfect balance