There was a tall oak tree

This beautiful old oak is gone now. The victim of high wind.

The oak lies here dying with one of its branches looking skyward.

Its last goodbye to life.

A little girl stands on cutup pieces of the onceMighty oak.

A time to laugh ,a time to cry, a time to live, a time to die.

And so it goes for us, for like the tree, sooner or later we will dieI hope someone sheds a tear for meUnlike the old oak tree, not a soul did cry

Winston W Wallace