Old Oak Tree

Daily writing promptWhat is the legacy you want to leave behind?View all responses

Not a legacy of ashes, dust on the wind
Blackened remains on a metal sheet
Sprinkled on the water, children’s tears

Compost slowly, patience with grandpa
Consumed by earth, of fertile ground
Oak tree saplings, roots tangled deep

Let time pass, birds nest, squirrels play
Stretch wide, leaf burst cooling shade
Thick trunk fattens, generations forget

You know that tree there, and who it is?
Who? That old tree isn’t a who, its a tree?
That old tree was, my grandpa told me.

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