Heart of Oak (I)

Heart of Oak (I)

Leaves have fallen and covered
The trees caress on the barren soil
Hard bitten winter has smothered
The gift of life, a summers toil

Fruit has fallen from suspended perfection
Is bruised by the earth's embrace
The penalty of age is madness
And time's balm is a fool's grace

The tree cracks its knuckles in sadness
Fear marks its mothers face
A tear for her children departed
Is the burden of Oak’s heartache