the earth, the wind ruffles
the leaves of a tall oak tree
And she is gone.
And we wake in the morning to find
the new.. although the same tree
still stands tall and green.
A gasp of wind
and summer's end blows through him.
And the grand old tree, in his
majesty, fights the changing scene!
He catches the wind with his great
limber arms and pushes it back!
Only to find it tiring and futile .
Alas, his leaves wither and die
and his arms turn brittle and bare.
And he waits for summer again..