posted on Nov, 1 2012 @ 08:56 PM
The Oak stood at the back of our yard.
Standing in silence it became my escape.
Days of reading and playing beneath, learning about nature and how she could keep;
How could I've known ,it's roots would take hold,
Within my very heavy heart, the day you left this world.
Grandad I asked, as I cried in it's roots, how could you leave us, with so much left to do?
You were always there for us, through sickness or health;
Your calloused hands would catch me, wherever my head would rest.
Now years later, the tree it remains. Except it's in our yard and my kids feel the same.
They sit beneath this tree, learning as I did;
Of the wonders of life and how cruel she is.
If only I could explain, the things you gave me, without saying a word under the tree.
edit on 11/1/2012 by tothetenthpower because: (no reason given)