10 May 2012
A tree in a field alone,
It's shadow as its companion,
It's an old tree,
It's an oak tree,
If it had a voice the stories it could tell us I'm sure it's seen so much in the years it's been standing there pretending to mind its own business, stories about the children who have climbed it the fallen soldiers in the fields around it, the canoodling couples beneath it each and every breed of bird that lived in it.
Oh oak tree your secrets will never be shared yet your history is so apparent.
The Tree • Opuss № I