Standing there
Super tall
Quiet and serene
You're not blaspheming heaven.
Though your height...
Doesn't it rival
The Tower of Babylon?
I wonder.
How long did it take to grow?
What memories of the past
Lay inscribed on your being?
You must be weary.
Each season comes the same
Leaves fall
Flowers blossom
Fruit grows too.
Do you mourn their deaths?
Each offspring of yours
Failing life
How much depth is there to you?
You are strong
That comes at a price
I wonder
What did it cost for your might?
I guess I'm overthinking again
I guess I'm rambling again
I guess I'm confused again
So I guess this is goodbye.
Oh, hefty oak tree.
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