Mighty Oak

Her color fades
Time begins to change
Silently she stands
While pieces of her fall

Standing firm against the cold
Never an utter is heard
Braced against the storms
Each one different than before

Anchored deep
Standing her ground
The mighty oak
Refuses to be knocked down

(c) Sherry Lynn Hull

Reviews

[zainul]

Very lovely write.
Let's hope that the mighty oak might stand the biting cold and roaring storm.

[MIB]

That's short but amazing, dang that makes me sound like a tree huger... lol. I really like this, describes a oat tree nicely. And I love that it would not be knocked down, trees can look so beautiful when in the right environment :D awesome work.