Swaying in the wind
like the waving arms of a child!
Green and supple,with
that dark inner core.
Masterful and strong
with a beauty all of their own.
But they have a story to tell!
Hundred,thousands if not millions.
Many,many long hard years
those rings of life are there to be counted.
The mighty Oak,the wise owl
of the trees.
A building block,of British industry
our land owes a lot to the.