Decaying Oak
Decaying oak
Laying within an old, unrepentant society
The oak beams more silent decay,
Though thoughts are only mortal
And the heart in turn departs
Yet through polished ages, maturing grains
Are set in forests of eternity,
Where time is everlasting
And immortal becomes the oak
But in a radiance of morning sunlight
Shines the ash and faded wood,
Sacrificing to the dawn in daybreak
The oak that in it decays
By M.Norton
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