the beautiful oak standing tall
sunlight pouring down onto it
it’s vines tangled around the stem
it’s branches reaching out and away
the roots clawing themselves into the ground
Keeping the oak standing tall
it’s leaves as green as the color itself
Old oak, standing tall
with red and orange leaves falling, and drifting away
From the crisp autumn winds
Old oak. Standing at its tallest
Being at its oldest
With no leaves left
WIth no life left