Souls of Oak

Whispers grew silently cutting through branches and leafs Solitude reigns by the old oak tree Place of love’s promise etched into bark. Words like forever, yet the old oak knows better Untold secrets you hold as seasons come and go Whispers of hope and fears carried on fallen autumn leaves. You grew as your secrets grew, like dunes on desert plains Eagerly awaiting the next misguided fool. Your branches heavily hung, the day of your demise has come Metal teeth hungrily eating though rings of wood Assumptions of immortality made, never considering your fate For you are just like all of us, cut down where you stood. Over log fires and grills is where you’re secrets now spills…