Even the mighty oak does fall

Under the burden of it all

When its roots aren’t stable

In the ground below.

Even when the swallows come

Full of hope and swooping song

If the rain keeps battering on

They ebb without flow.

Some acorns don’t become

great, big mighty oaks.

Some leave us way too soon.

Swallows swoop and dip

Flitting in and out of life

Printing little memories below.

Oak’s bark is torn apart

and the swallows come and go.

Such is life, such are we

This is us.

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