The Old Oak Tree

I set under this old oak tree, which was shaggy and brown, reminiscing about my yesterdays and life experiences. I recall never having enough space to progress, leaving me little shade to rest This tree became my destiny, where I unlock all my feeling and thoughts It was old with legend of time and branches falling all over the place In the Winter, I lost it all because of its bareness and cold embrace In the Spring this tree brought leaves of green and meaning to life In the Summer, I use this old tree for my breeze and comfort In the Fall, it began to lose it's purpose, and drop its leaves, and again I found my friend which embrace my soul, as the fall leaves felled it had a purpose to cover the grounds with sadness, yet peddles of gold