I lay atop a grassy hillside <br />Not under, but beside a beautiful oak <br />Only so the sun can still reach my face <br />Sunshine pierces my wavering eyes <br />So I shut them <br />Inhale passionately <br />With every breath my heart sinks in my chest <br />How can such a stunning view give way to such cold memories?<br /><br />Christian Hudak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thee-tree/
