
High atop a mountain
stands a dying oak tree
beneath the branches
rests an empty vessel
cast to the side
sketched within its outer surface
is the image of a man
the vessel spoke to the dying oak tree
where did your strength go mighty as you stood
now your branches broken
disease in your wood
birds no longer rest
squirrels no longer build nests
you still find the strength to stand as you can
please, tell me your secret plan
the dying oak tree replied and said
a mighty rock is where I stand
my roots spread out through this land
give of yourself expecting nothing in return
every day there is a lesson to be learned
you don't have to experience everything in life
to know what's wrong or right
feel what others feel about you
become deaf-blind for a day
as time will pass
Wisdom, Knowledge will fill your glass
the emptiness will not last
you can always be useful in some way
even now, I provide you shade
a place to rest
a place to lay
About the Creator
A. Keith Clement
I write poetry and short stories it is a necessity for me. It keeps me happy.
Without knowing it until I was forty-seven, my life has been a work in progress that began in my youthful years as a child and has continued to this day.



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