In the midst of a land
Filled with darkness an' all else banned
Was a seed that fell from the sky to the ground.
A mysterious hand with its mysterious ways
Planted the seed in a field where cows grazed.
Tendered and nurtured, alone in its orchard, all in its own little mound.
Then the rain, with its soft pitter-patter,
Struck the earth 'round it, causing it to splatter.
In spite of all this, the seed continued to grow–
Now a big-girl plant, its leaves sprouted broad.
Its roots grew long, grew deep in the sod.
It was no longer the seed that the hand had sowed.
Speed up some years, and what shall we find?
A strong oak tree; it boggles the mind!
Who knew that a small seed would produce such a wonder?
Old Mother Oak, once so youthful and free,
Is now an old woman, for whom we now grieve,
For her stiff trunk gives way at the sound of crashing thunder.