THE STANDING OAK!!

 

I see you standing like a man over the edge...

With all your greeneries making an umbrella over your head...

From far you seem so small...

When I came near you...

You grew tall...

From summer through the toughest rains till the winter knocks the bell...

I see your greeneries start to swell...

In the end they all fell...

Together with you on one winter spell...

I knew that day you heard the knell...

When the axe hit your trunk...

You were dead as well...

Your parts were cut and logged for sale...

Sold or used I know not well...

The sky spell a shower...

Nature missed you as well...

                                             -PRANOJJAL CHANDRA