All things decay with time: The forest sees <br />The growth and down-fall of her aged trees; <br />That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood <br />The proud dictator of the state-like wood, <br />I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak, <br />Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-decay-and-die/
