AN OLD OAK GROANS WITH LADEN LIMBS,
AS RAIN WHIPS HER OVERGROWN SPRING BEAUTY.
SHE SEES HER EXECUTIONER AGGRESSIVELY READY,
THE FIRST INCISION ACROSS HER CRACKED WEATHER TORN BARK
CUTS DEEP.
MEMORIES FLY BY UPON THOUGHTS OF HER SAPLING DAYS;
HEARTS ETCHED WITH INITIALS AS CUPID CAST ITS EYE UPON
LOVERS IN LOVE.
STRONG OBSTACLE COURSE LIMBS WHERE SQUIRRELS
PLAYED AND FED ON HER ACORN DELICACIES.
PAST 300 YEARS OF HOUSING NEW BORN BIRDS OF MANY BREEDS,
WHO GREW AND FLEW WITH EXCEPTIONAL GRACE.
NOW EMPTY NESTS OF LAST SEASONS TENNANTS BALANCE UNSTEADLY.
ANOTHER BLADE FINDS ITS MARK FOR HER DESTRUCTION.
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