Time
- It Stands to Reason
The mighty oak stands because it
is old
Or - is it old because it stands
alone
Against the storms of ice and
bitter cold
Surviving; droughts and the river
banks thrown
Over by raging floods; bite of stihl ’s teeth.
It stands to reason that the
tree survives
Beyond time and grace of generations
That pervade unto the skies above
reach
And effuse into tales of the long
lives
That visited vowing affirmations
As forever lovers - engraving each
Other’s name “until death do
part us ‘neath”.
For everything there is a time; season
That transcends the oak... it stands
to reason.
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