Beneath the Oak Tree
Sitting in the shade of the ancient, encompassing oak tree,
Feeling the gentle breeze brushing my face and sweeping my hair,
Being showered by the golden light cast by a setting sun,
I reflected on my life.
The years spent learning, toiling, loving, and living.
The friends made, the friends lost.
The children now grown and with children of their own.
The stories of a man no longer part of the world,
but watching from the outside as it passes.
The people I've met,
The lives I've touched.
The tragedies I've witnessed,
And the joys I've experienced.
My days are ending.
My time is almost over.
I can finally rest
Beneath the oak tree.
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