Higher

The mighty Oak,Shoots towards the sky, reaching high with out stretching arms. Stunted only by heritage, broad shoulders carry any burden. Slow and low lights burn the longest. Resended only by limitations, withered, shown in rings, long proud roots. Out lived mortals three times over. Worth ten of the nearest, truly a fine Specimen. Envy green are his tassels, an off color of greed are his views,Tall and Proud. His span far out reaching others.Thought by some to live forever. However His time, like Achilles, must eventually meet that final curtain, gone further, lived on only by name, while ruins waste away. Good bye, Old Topp!