My Love

My love is as a wide branching oak tree,
Her leaves reaching high into the blue sky,
And her trunk bent forward like some large knee,
The branches stretching outward up and high.
She sits firmly in the soft damp soil where
In all her wonder she sits alone,
Her twisted twigs forever unaware
Her winding path not found, she has no home.
Soon though she shall find the one she shelters
Under her wide spread canopy of wood.
The wind will blow the tree all a skelter
But she shall stand strong in the grassy hood.
Finally she will guard something greater
And care for it though the wind may break her.