The oaks sway back and fourth,
Swinging at each other;
Roots intertwined in a death grip.
A cold branch breaks on a mighty trunk.

What once was a branch is now a thousand splinters.
The trees seem calm; the wind is too.
But I know, if I wait, the wind will blow
And once again I will witness the battle of the oaks.

When titans, fall people cheer ignorantly through
Laughter
Fright
Or
Anger

The mighty oaks fall and the people wont ever understand
That years of
Growth
Power
And
Accomplishment



Fall

In only a second’s time.