Poemetry: Mighty Oak

I like the sentiment behind this one. Then again, what is that sentiment? I guess that depends on who reads it. Enjoy.

Here I stand, a mighty Oak

Mocking the muscled wind.

My stately trunk twists for none;

My leaves hope alone on sun

For light, colors waning, thinned.

My hopes leave from the sun, choke,

As a leaf severs stem, browned

Drifting to the frosted ground.

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