Old Oak Tree

Old Oak Tree

Old oak tree from the middle of my yard
Stood firm and tall as if on guard.
One day when the storm broke loose upon the land
The wind took my tree from it's rooted stand.

Hear Ye oh sky of blue-ist intention
Open up your doors and grant me my haven.
That flower of wood you took from my life
It was childhood, growth, it had no price.
The memories I'll have until the day I fall
Are the memories cherished by my boyish soul.

Damn, I loved that tree
I loved it's shade
I loved the way it looked and the way it swayed.
I climbed it's limbs
I sat on it's perch
I sang with the birds like a hymn in a church.
As I sit on it's stump
And remember it's glory
I've realized I'm the last leaf
To this sad, sad story.
Damn, I loved that tree.