Unbreakable
Alone in the world,
The old oak tree, growing apart from the rest,
A forgotten existence.
Its leaves, a green oasis of faded memories,
And its bark, shattered hopes
As dark as the shadows of a sweet September evening.
This tree, a living example
Of the emptiness overwhelming the soul,
Wanting to let go, give up,
Begin again.
But, withholding its strength,
Permanent where it stands,
Unbreakable;
And as the last lone wolf
Bellows with darkness falling,
Everything is disrupted,
Another moment lay to waste.
