The trees are slowly changing their colors
The Oak tree is the last tree to lose its leaves
– surrendering their leaves – but the old
oak tree remains dressed – a symbol of
wisdom and courage!
The breeze blew upon the trees, the poplar beech and willow, once providing
This poem is from
shade, now their leaves in piles lay, but the old oak tree stands alone
quietly defying the rest. Not one leaf shakes, not one branch
breaks. It is unshaken! . . . Standing below this majestic tree, surveying the
strength it is to me, I like the oak holding on to the the old, must wait in His
time making room for the new! Until then I must remain Unshaken!
my book titled “Unshaken”
Dedicated to my son ‘Stephen’
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