but still She falls

There she stands

Proud and tall

A strong oak tree,

Yet to fall.

Her leaves drop down

With plenty grace

I’m glad she’s here,

With a smiling face.

But the storm rolls in

A large downhaul

She tries to stand,

But still she falls.

The wind is strong

And the rain is heavy

I see her weep,

Beginning to eddy.

There she stands

I miss her face

Once an oak tree,

Now a grave.