Oak Tree

A guy compares an old oak tree to the love he has with his special somone.

There is an old oak tree,
that sits on Bowers hill.

It watches over the land,
so strong and still.

When I look at the tree,
I think of you.

A symbol of our love,
so pure and true.

When the wind blows,
and the tree sways.

It will stand,
and I will stay.

Winter will come soon,
and the tree shall grow cold.

Remember spring comes too,
and our love will bloom beautiful and bold.