The Oak Tree


Hundred years ago

Beside the oak tree

A rose plant once stood

Sprouting in youthful exuberance

Green with life; gaining the admiration of many

especially children

The oak tree, totally ignored.

Not too long a time

The rose plant began to taste the gall of senescence

Contour lines finding their way on their once spotless stem

Flowers discoulouring,

Leaves wilting till there were none left

Look at it!

The children exclaimed

What a dreadful sight!

Like a hundred year old woman

Once paraded as a beauty queen

Waiting for the newest anti-aging cream

because Botox has lost its potency

Revival never came to the rose

But while all this happened

the oak tree looked on

And till today,

the oak tree still stands proud.


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