My oak tree

You were the small sapling
Of a baby oak
One that we planted
Underneath the sun
You were the small leaves sprouting
From its branches
Reaching for the stars
You were the bright green
And the light brown
That gave me comfort
And excitement
You were the little flowers that grew on the tree
The little honeysuckles
That tasted so sweet
You were the safe nook in our tree
We used to hide in
But now
You’re no longer a small sapling
But a big oak
One that towers above us
You’re not the small leaves
But the ones that give us shade
You’re not the honeysuckle anymore
You’re the trunk that gives them a home to climb
You’re not a nook in a tree but
rather the whole tree
Wrapping me in its branches