Sabotage

Crumbling under the weight of it all…
I did not wish you to fall
The mighty oak are you
In the dark grove, moon-tinted blue.
Brushing the ground with sensitive hands
I find the remnants of your seedling plans.
Did I fail you?
Give false ground?
Sabotage?
I have stricken the grandest of all…
And for that my price is so tall
Like you once were…but
Now only whirlwinds stir.
Severed leaves line my bed,
Tender twigs cradle my head.
Can’t you hear my call?
I did not wish you to fall.
So I shall sit beneath you
Become entwined through and through
For eternity will I beg
To be freed of this dread
The mighty oak are you
In the dark grove, moon-tinted blue.

Oakling