The tall oak tree...

You can bend my branches I shall not cry..climb my boughs as my withered leaves fly.. but I will stand looking up to the sky.. my name is Oak tree that is why

I have stood here in all kinds of weathers.. my clandestine trunks get covered in feathers..but I love to look at the purple heathers.. with all the other trees in our trestled tethers

So look at me when you walk on through..I shall flutter my leaves to smile at you..wander in my woods you are welcome to.. but don’t dig me up no matter what you do..