Crimson’s Creative Challenge #239 #The king of the hill

Old oak tree, oh old oak tree

I think of the joys

you have given to me

when you give me shade

if the weather is hot

and you give me shelter

when it is not

and I know in the future

when I’m not around

you will still stand sentinel

with your roots in the ground

but if in my lifetime

you should take your last breath

your memory will linger

even after your death.