Curved and twisted it's a cursed creation
Ghastly bark falling like the fog of morning
Its arms crushed like the hope it once carried
A light flutter comes against its powder leaves
They turn to mist, decayed roots shift underneath
The tree leans, croaking in pain

This slight sound of anguish echos into the day
A young heart comes to observe the beauty he heard
As he approaches he smiles with joy
The oak filled with hope tells a story
He lets go of his limbs, and severs his roots
He falls like a fool, and crashes like love