Old Man Oak
In the nethermost region where your primal essence dwells
Where ever cherished memories have long since been forgot
Where memories of acorns fallen have faded as the autumn sun
And ravages of time and tide have resolutely fought
Vectoring outward, upward reaching eagerly hard and fast
Your flint likes stanchion bastion trunk and gnarled tendrils long
Unyielding into the celestial either
The golden azure heavens beyond
Energized by the pure firmament radiance
Bustling sun courses throughout your veins
Drinking deep the life giving waters ever ready to yield
Feel the sky open over you warmth of summer rains
Standing lone and proud among the fledgling saplings
What say you to them as they ask of days of old?
Who gathered like child around your majestic stature?
The beaten path beneath your bower now behold
How many young pink fingertips have gripped your age-old bark?
And scaled with reckless abandon your sinuses limbs erect?
Of saws and fastenings and wooden planks
Your rampart fortress walls now protect
How many giddy giggles and squeals of joy
Heard with paternal ears the knell?
Roaring rants and taunts of youth
Your mighty branches held
How many seasons have you grown wild
Watching waiting in silent sight?
Seasons turning skies wheeling
Under the transient starlit night
How many graceful harts have stolen?
Noiseless beneath your sheltering bows?
To cautiously sate their hunger
Your timely noble fruit allow
How many weary wayfaring strangers
Have wandered before your wizened face?
And paused to give reflection
Unto your timeless grace
From acorn to withered snag
Again one backward glance
May you never be forgotten?
Nor my love for you by chance
numb
you could say
I'm doing okay
happier than yesterday,
just keeping a world of sadness at bay.
you could say
I'm doing alright
the end is far, out of sight
like the millions of stars out at night.
you could say
I'm doing so-so
still a pulsing light but a dull glow
like I've been given steroids but I'm going slow-mo
w h a t c a n y o u s a y t o t h a t ?