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Once proud Sullen trees How sadly hang Their sullen leaves Long lived This mighty oak But soon it is To finally croak Memories sweet Memories stale If only it could Share it's tale Hark! How it would sing And how it should weep A life well lived His wisdom deep Lonely now But not before Companions plenty Alas, no more One by one Birds took flight All flying south To warmer light And so left The cheery children But so remained The loyal Falcon For him Life was dear And for this tree He did care Oaken memories Days of joy His best friend Was but a boy This boy was young He couldn't pretend Doomed he was To outlive his friend All he wanted Until the End Was to be there Through thick and thin His last winter Has arrived Death of a tree It made us cry On this night The sun set right The spirits ready To perform the rite Deep chanting Whispering wind The tree was ready No sin left to rescind Shining brightly The silver moon And with the tree It did commune Softly singing In charming harmony Playing proudly His past so truthfully Colors faded Leaves fallen The trees final day Has come and gone
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
Death of an Oak
Once proud Sullen trees How sadly hang Their sullen leaves Long lived This mighty oak But soon it is To finally croak Memories sweet Memories stale If only it could Share it's tale Hark! How it would sing And how it should weep A life well lived His wisdom deep Lonely now But not before Companions plenty Alas, no more One by one Birds took flight All flying south To warmer light And so left The cheery children But so remained The loyal Falcon For him Life was dear And for this tree He did care Oaken memories Days of joy His best friend Was but a boy This boy was young He couldn't pretend Doomed he was To outlive his friend All he wanted Until the End Was to be there Through thick and thin His last winter Has arrived Death of a tree It made us cry On this night The sun set right The spirits ready To perform the rite Deep chanting Whispering wind The tree was ready No sin left to rescind Shining brightly The silver moon And with the tree It did commune Softly singing In charming harmony Playing proudly His past so truthfully Colors faded Leaves fallen The trees final day Has come and gone
First draft....maybe revise it later?
robert-purvis
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robert-purvis
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
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