The Oak Tree (1961)

After the storm the Oak in all its splendour,
Stands in the open, a sure reminder,
That however strong the wind may be,
'Tis ne'er so strong as the old Oak Tree.

In summer its boughs are covered with leaves,
Which rustle and wave as the warm breeze breathes,
With its gentle touch as soft and caressing
As the hand of its Maker bestowing a blessing.

But in winter it usually looks dark and bare,
And people don't wish to stand there and stare,
Unless thickly covered in snow it should be,
When white-crowned it stands in its full majesty.