Did you ever get the feeling
You’re like an old oak tree
Sometime in October
Standing tall and free
You thought your leaves forever
Would hold their shade of green
But now their colors changing
To something in between
Of course, the colors catch the eye
As all stare and admire
Forgetting that the colored leaves
Will wither and expire
You thought that all the leaves you had
Would never leave your stem
When suddenly you realize
You’re losing some of them
Indeed, your trunk you hope will stand
Against the wind and rain
The roots it has were planted firm
To withstand any strain
But woe the fruit, the leaves, and such
Just seem to come and go
And nothing lasts forever
A fact you sadly know
The rain and winds are howling
And shake you to your roots
You hold on tightly to your kin
Your lush and ripened fruits
You know that they will pluck them
And just before the storm
They’ll find a home in which they’ll feed
And nourish, nurture, warm
And yes, dear tree
Your time has come
Perhaps your leaves shall age
And soon the young will look at you
An old and tired sage
But don’t be sad, my solid oak
Because the seasons pass
And autumn rain
And winter winds
Will not forever last
And as your trunk is firmly set
With principles secure
Despite the rain
The wind, the storms
Forever you’ll endure
And all the fruit
That you’ve produced
Yes, witness they shall bear
Despite the falling leaves and such
The old oak tree’s still here
