Once full of beauty and wisdom -
A quintessence
Of substance--among other things,

This bare-naked Oak Tree
With no movement in its limbs.

Stripped of vitality and spirit,

Decades of life gone with it.

Hope is not lost,
Her lively old-self may return
Upon season's change,

The climate around her
Has been somewhat strange.

Her heart, broken, still beats -

Longing to reflect her beautiful soul
Through her leaves;
Internally, she weeps.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017