Like a fallen oak I bare my branches
My roots unearthed dangling and Strewn by the winds of time.
The rings of different ages all too apparent  and the tree sap draining into where the oak stood proud.
Sticky weeds and ivy begin their attempt to engulf and ultimately use this unexpected host. How giving the oak has been, expectant of nothing other than the ecosystem which has given life and support.
No more help now it's needed life force drains day by day.