The strong wind rustled his beautiful leaves,

Causing its heavy strong branches to heave,

It stood straight, proud and tall,

Respected and saluted by big and small.

Little did the mighty oak knew that something was amiss,

A strange little intruder found,within its roots, deep bliss,

It was living in luxury, like a king,

Dining, thriving, day out and day in.

The tree was oblivious, it was happy it was content,

Until one day a sharp wind, left it bent,

The shock had him searching for a cause,

It was too late, his roots were in the invader’s jaws.