Illustrationsa collection of works made over the years I’ll love you in every seasonGrow my dear, grow.I’ll cherish your green leaves in cold winterand won’t forget about you in early spring,I’ll love you in hot summerAnd I’ll sit by you in wistful fall. Oak TreeI’m expected to do my taxes,And let people go.Not compare myself to others,And know it all from the get-go.Do the right things, find the right words.When all I wish for is nothingBut to be an oak tree in late spring.