The Oak

It begins beneath the earth 
Growing, expanding, breaking the surface 
Reaching toward the heavens 
Arms forever exploding outward, upward 
Changing its colors from furious reds to astonishing yellows 
Back to emerald greens 
One part is dead 
yet in its fingers it carries life 
A heart carved in its bosom 
Shows a young love long gone 
But not forgotten 
Its beauty awe-inspiring 
When i am gone it will still stand 
Magestic, strong, and solid 
Hopefully filling someone else with inspiration