Stories of a Silent Oak

Words whispered
But never heard
Beneath the shade
The worlds obscured
Things change and grow
Forever adapt
And in this place
A stories been mapped
Imagine the things
I will never say
The things I have seen
Day by day
The people and things
That have come and gone
The good and the bad
The right and the wrong
Imagine the rainfall
The calm and the storms
The cold winter days
And the summers so warm
First lovers kiss
And innocence lost
Carved into my trunk
Names grown over with moss
The wars and the peace
Both come and gone
The landscape long changed
Under this sun
Imagine everything
From years in this spot
Things that others
Have surely forgot
These are the stories you’ll never hear
A development of a hundred years
And although these words I’ll never say
I will stand and see, day by day