a narrow road down the hills. <br />by its side cried an oaktree. <br />the wind brought its leaves to soil. <br />it stood alone in shadow. <br />undressed by cold autumn decay. <br />untill spring it would be vigourless. <br />to me it had never been as beautiful as now.<br /><br />Edvard Einarson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-decay/
