My Old Oak Tree-A Poem Time Forgot Contest

A Poem That Time Forgot Contest Sponsor: Silent One MY OLD OAK TREE I whispered to the breeze, “Don't make a mess out of me”, As the tiny leaves danced, Falling off the old oak tree. I heard him answer in chyme, “All good things come in time, Follow me to the sky”, So I got up and started to climb. So I went up as far as I could, For this was strong oak wood, But my breath sped up, And up there I just stood. Too far to jump, too low to soar, I thought I might explore, Decided to take the scenic route, And try harder than before. See, I've been up that tree, Too cloudy to really see, I wanted to jump off, Fly and be blissfully free. So I shouted louder than silence, I was searching for pure guidance, I was too lost and too blind, To feel the dramatic science. Now it's just one foot down, Try not to make a sound, Do my very best, To not fall on the ground. Written: October 23, 2009 Date Posted: September 28, 2015