The Oak Tree

The tree had towered over the earth

So long it had lost count

As old as the sun and the moon

As tall as tremendous mounts

"The tree will fall," the others said

"I know the tree will fall."

The crunching sound of boots on leaves 

Was heard by each and all

A man arrived from a town nearby

His face was cold and dull

For he cared not for the tree

The tree was bound to fall

He held an axe in his hands

His steps were loud and bold

For he did not know, nor did he care 

The tree was nature's gold

The mountains watched, petrified

Clouds clustered in the sky

For soon the tree would fall and then 

The forest too would die