UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE

AS LONG AS I COULD REMEMBER, 
I PLAYED UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE, 
I FELT SO SECURED, BECAUSE,
IT TOWERED OVER ME.

IT ONLY ALLOWED ENOUGH SUNSHINE 
TO WARM MY GENTLE SKIN, 
AND WHEN THE RAIN WOULD FALL,
THERE WERE ALWAYS A SAFE PLACE TO STAND
UNDER ITS OVATE LEAVES.

ITS LEAVES DANCED TO THE WIND’S DREATH 
AS ITS BRANCHES SWAYED LIKE A SWAN, 
I WOULD LAY ON MY BACK FOR HOURS 
AMAZED AT ITS RHYTHM AND SONGS.

I HAVE NEVER ASKED FOR MUCH IN LIFE,
BEING CONTENT WITH THE SIMPLE THINGS,
BUT  THIS ONE THING I BEG OF THEE,
WHEN MY HEART STOPS BEATING,
PLEASE BUIRY ME, 
UNDER THAT OLD OAK TREE.

WILFORD BARKER.