Oak Tree
Oak Tree
On a cold windy day I stood under an old oak tree
The oak tree that everyone used to run away from you see.
But I stood there firm and strong
And said oak tree, oak tree please fall upon me.
From the roots it shook
I gave it a sturdy look, At Once I looked down at the roots, they no longer shook.
I yelled oak tree, oak tree please do not temp me
Send down a branch or two, with a heavy fall so I am not able to move at all.
Oh What I would do to be fully sore.
Oak tree, oh oak tree take me out of my misery
In that the winds did blow
And I lift my hands to the sky and a smile did show.
The oak tree was about to give away
Oh goody, that will sure make my day
As it began to fall, I didn’t blink an eye
Started to think about the new place I would reside.
At that exact moment a man pulled me down
In doing so I let off a frown
He said my dear, my dear what where you doing.
I said mister death is what I was pursuing
Why oh why would your heart contain such a faith, to end you life with such heist
Mister I tired to do it peaceful and with plenty of grace
Earth yes earth is no place for me it withholds so much boundaries.
He said just take it day by day, there’s many people earth who some times
think this way.
He took me away far away from that fallen oak tree, to place where I needed to be
Around loved ones and family
Who knew happiness could come so easily
Copyright © Janella John | Year Posted 2009
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