Just an observation during a winters’ walk.
There it stands,
A giant among trees.
That’s now, not how
It use to be.
It started life,
a tiny acorn seed.
Fought its way
to the light of day.
With the help of
the sun and the rain.
It shed its leaves
in the autum breeze.
Withstood fire and pain.
Naked in winters’ chill.
There it stands,
A giant of a friend.
The oak on the hill.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
