I am the oldest oak treenI fall through autumn and I loose my leaves nintitials carved into my bark for all to see nyet through it all you have remained .. evergreen, evergreen nnI've seen the seasons come and go for so long nmy flesh I've carved for them I'm still holding on nthey transubstantiate my blood into winensome hate your needles but they're softer then mine nnmy roots dig deep into the soilnbranches extend and then recoilnthe fire burns and my sap boils nnan acorn kiss I toss your way nthe wind it dances and we sway nif only this feeling could stay nnWinter comes and we have grown another year nthough my branches will be bare I hold sincere nfeeling of the kind we have do not appear nonce in a thousand miles or anywhere but herennlightning strikes and I'm aflamentill rainfall puts me out again nthis lovely dance continues on nnyour roots and mine are intertwined nI search this moment and I find nthat when you fall I hope I'm all ready gone