it is comforting to sit in the coolness of morn…surrounded by lush vibrant colors calling-out…remembering you from years past…an old oak never forgets…

and there was a time when i left you…walked along highways…picked-up in truck-stops…hitching rides on backroads…sleeping in gulleys…you were gone…far away…shame on me…

never thought of the green in spring…the auburn of fall…dreams turned selfish…as all dreams do…why…why…

longing for you old oak…your friends pine…willow…the solace of nature…it is here i feel at peace…

what a fool i was to have strayed…a fool…

or…was i…