The Mighty King (has fallen)A Poem by Michael G. Smitha dying OakTree befallen, once the mightiest of kings Now moss crept and covered green Bow yourself downward passing on thy crown to age Stay a kiss upon the glory ground and be at rest facing sun on knotted knee
Ashen Oak, oh "Guardian " a gift you were; a wonder Ageless wisdom elder now time's own casualty May you gently molder within hearts at peace Slipping silently into winter's glove and drifting
sleep
Sacrificial timber you have earned centuries slumber Into decay, another's hand of sanctuary Eternal one you shall live, on and on... Within a kingdom somewhere place of nature's spirit
dream © 2014 Michael G. SmithReviews
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