Leaving lifes source all crisp and dried up.
In a perfect world, as all grew cold,
they would have let go and scattered in beauty.
Protecting the ground that preciosly surrounds.
Keeping it warm and full of lifes fertility.
But for this strong and growing oak,
the perfect world so clearly evaded.
What made life cling so strong, to dry in a blowing breeze?
Why does this oak stand, amongst the bareness that surrounds,
still covered proudly in its leaves?
The moments of change show so clearly now, as the cold wind blows.
Leaves that rustle, still hold strong to all that life offered,
not willing to change lifes destiny, not willing to let go.
Soon the warmth of spring will come... and force them then to fall...
cheated of their final puprose, as new life springs from the earth.
Blown away and quickly forgotten is all that will remain...
of the oaks great sheild this winter... its proud and strong cover.
..... I look at the proud oak...
and know it is a reflection of me.
@s.ray 2-1-2013
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