The Great Oak
The great oak fell to the solemn sound of tears
As the branches gathered in a warm embrace
The centre of their world, holding them together
Keeping them secure through the stormy weather.
Seventy five rings were etched deep within its heart
Visible to the branches, as the great oak, it did depart.
They huddled together, to keep each other safe
knowing that this could be the last embrace.
Their lengths, they did differ, but one it was so small
For it had never ventured far, always scared to fall.
and now it was alone, without its pillar so strong
Like Samson, God had felled it, crushed, gone.
And the gusting winds of life did soon gather pace
Scattering branches wildly until they found their place.
The smallest branch it flew right into the sky
Thinking it was leaving, that it was going to die.
But like the caterpillar evolves, nothing stays the same
That tiny little branch soon finds a different name.
Many branches now blow gently, sheltering from the storm
The tree, like the one before, keeps them safe and warm.
But the memory of that great oak will never be forgotten
It will be recited to the branches, each and every autumn.