Age

Age mellows me, makes me pine for my youth
I a fallen oak, covered in boulders, coated with thick moss
The forest, young trees, earth have moved to extinguish me

Strong in youth, host to the mighty eagles
My boughs supporting eaglets in the nest
The adults soaring out at sunrise, conquering each day
Mirrors of my vitality, youth, future, now done

Yet here I rest, peaceful yet forlorn
My life gone, only regenerated by seeds
Thrown out on passing winds
Renew the cycle forever