The Mighty Oak

The mighty Oak has lost its massive look! The mother-trunk is old and dying fast; Some aerial-roots in ground anew did hook; Their smaller trunks appear just like a mast! The hill I knew is just a mound right now: It’s razed to almost level ground for sheep: Its beauty gone, children cannot say, ‘Wow! ’ No meadows, trees now dot its sides, less steep. Familiar things have vanished like a dream; The landscape looks different but deceptive; No more, I see the tamarind and neem; More neighbors are strangers, less receptive! Old lovely smiling faces can’t be seen: Remaining few relatives looking mean! Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008