The Red Oak Quatern

The red oak spreads its branches wide. We planted it to shade our place. We stand beneath it, side by side, in picture as it shades my face. An oak tree can live many years. The red oak spreads its branches wide. I sit beneath it now in tears because, my darling, you have died. We watched it grow with deepest pride and knew we'd not see it grow old. The red oak spreads its branches wide and is still young, so I am told. Why does God give six centuries to an oak tree and then decide, to you four decades would be doled? The red oak spreads its branches wide.