Life Cycle Of An Oak
by mazHur

Unforgettable are the days
When I stood like an Oak,
Erect and firm,
On the solar plexus of the earth!
Nothing could move or slacken me
Not even the strong winds
Rain, hail or the infrequent quakers;
My head penetrated the enticing
Vestibule of the seething earth,
The overwhelming sky being my body.
I gripped the virgin earth with heavenly force,
Like a stubborn bull
All out to subdue his mate in rut;
And penetrated deeper and deeper
Into the libidinous crux of the earth
Until both of us had reached the ultimate climax
And the impregnated earth began to produce
New roots and shoots from her ever un-satiated meat;
And with the passage of time
I grew old and weak and impotent
To procreate or even stay firm and erect
Any more;
Until I was ultimately down
And sliced up at the saw mill.