A King Died today !

The tree had stood two hundred years ,
From the day that it had been born,
Its roots ahd weathered many tempest ,
Snowfall flood and storm .

From one tiny acorn ,
A king had now been born ,
It stood there on the hillside ,
Surrounded by fields of corn .

For two hundred years it has witnessed ,
The passge of the time ,
Through years of drought and some of flood.
It had seen some of mans crime.

Its bows spread strong around it ,
Its roots deep and well seated ,
The soil  it fed it well,
The nutrients never depleated .

Its children  once grew beside it ,
They had struggled ,to reach the light ,
Once part of a vast forest,
Never gain ,it would see that sight .

Life sheltered all around it ,
Knowing they were safe from harm ,
Its branches spead, like giant arms ,
To keep all secure and calm .

The tree, that stood for two hundred years,
Its days numbered.it could tell
Mankind would come and make it fall
Its body they would sell .

The tree stood on the hilltop,
It could be seen ,for miles around ,
Although now from its vantage point,
No others like it could be found.

The day came for the felling ,
Without a whimper or a moan ,
The great king fell on the hillside ,
That was now empty ,all alone.

But hope was not quite over ,
it had left a lagacy ,
One small acorn at its base ,
Had the suns heat and light ,for free.

Soon there was a sappling ,
and maybe ,with some luck ,
In two hundred years,the King may be back ,
There on the hillside , when man does look