Tag: oak tree

These royal oak trees Scattered across muddy fields Autumn’s golden crown

Follow the river Copy every crook and bend Flowing together

Autumn years take hold My crown turns from green to gold My days have been sold

I watch the oak tree Each year another limb die Now I wonder why?

I will flow downstream Up through trees, rise from the leaves And fall in the sea

Heading off downwind Ride on the wings of a gale Lean into the light

Drops of springtime sun Dancing in your twisted limbs I too wish to be

Wrinkled winding limbs Reaching where the light begins Arboreal hymns

This twisted oak tree Dragging out its dying years Will still out-live me