Oh Mighty Oak you will caste no shadow
no more will you offer comfort and shade
time has called your being to account
your pact with the earth was made

Years of storms have played havoc to your limbs
dry summers had made brittle and cracked your skin
now felled you are diminutive to your former glory
proud and majestic you looked yet now, so sorry

I weep bitter cold tears at your sad demise
never again will your beauty grace my eyes
where you stood there is a barren landscape
not even you can deaths embrace escape


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris