Should the mighty Oak fall
Sound would not sing its demise
Into the abyss would it fall to never be claimed

Such deep powerful roots
Kept within the dark soil
Safe from reality
Hidden from the mystery yet held within the light

Of withered leaves, crumbling branches
What will become of the roots
Will they thrive within ignorance
Should they choose salvation through it

When the tragedy at last gives up
Will all the chains be severed?
Should the roots ever see sunlight
Will they dry up
Will they die off

If the faux oak ever falls
The roots will dissipate
Fooled and ignorant
The light never touched them
Toxins never entered their system
Alas they bid farewell to the mighty Oak