Let sky and earth be what we know,
let's reach for warmth and light and soak,
let's welcome rains so we may grow;
let's all embrace a mind of oak.
Be rooted, though the winds may blow,
our bark, thick skin, a heavy cloak,
green leaves will come and then they’ll go;
let’s all embrace a mind of oak.
Our winsome limbs, in sun or snow—
with love they grew, with loss they broke—
still striking in each shape they show;
let’s all embrace a mind of oak.
Let’s shelter those that stand below,
let’s bolster life and clear the smoke,
kind words we’ll breathe, good seeds we’ll sow;
let’s all embrace a mind of oak.







