Beneath this oak with branches strong <br />Where birds once filled each morn with song, <br />Through winter spring and summer fall <br />Their graceful tunes did softly call, <br />We saw the buds and then the leaves <br />But now for us December grieves, <br />For love that died so long ago, <br />An acorn lies within the snow. <br /> <br />Through summer in its restful shade <br />So many promises we made, <br />That we would stay forever one <br />But now all hope of joy has gone, <br />With passing days when skies so blue <br />When flowers bloomed for me and you, <br />As icy chill of winds now blow <br />An acorn lies within the snow. <br /> <br />When autumn came this oak stood bare <br />No longer did we linger there, <br />The circle of our love complete <br />Had turned so sour no longer sweet, <br />No feeling left within our heart <br />We sadly drifted far apart, <br />Now all alone as tears do flow <br />An acorn lies within the snow<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-acorn-lies-within-the-snow/
