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A Shadeless Path
A tall, proud oak now stands alone
where other trees once stood.
For years, it watched in silence,
as all were felled for wood.

Once, its’ branches nested fowl,
squirrels played on the boughs.
Creatures lay beneath in shade,
none will come here, now.

Acorns fall on asphalt roads,
then, they simply die.
Each limb reaches toward the sky
as if to ask God, why.

This mighty oak weathered storms
and withstood natures’ wrath.
Yet, only man can stop his march
toward a shadeless path.

By Billyrob

© 2012 Billyrob (All rights reserved)


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