The Oak Tree - June 10, 2011
There is an oak tree,
Withered down over the years
Here lays my body,
Hidden from the world in fear
The fear of nothing,
The fear of everything
The fear of falling,
Like the leaves surrounding
The air is heavy,
A burden on my shoulders
Gravity holds me,
Keeps me from falling over
The sky's an ocean,
Trapped under its navy waves
I'll be forever,
Waiting for something to change
-Henry B