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

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