A Lone Oak Bears No Beauty

I remember the days we spent so fondly ‘Neath our lively oaks whose leaves kept falling Though autumn gave them quiet beauty A solidity through time beyond their weight So light in hand yet heavy in heart Each leaf a second less with you And after too little time the leaves had piled Their colors fading red to gray That young oak so far from grown Lost its swaying partner Hence the leaves fell half in number Shone half in color Till the autumn winds had lost their luster And that lone oak bore no beauty No matter the colors of the leaves If no other oak can whisper on the wind Nor sway in awe No wind should blow at all Nor leaves should fall again