Winter Picnic Tree

Ancient oak tells tales
Of the picnics of life past
Holds time forever.

Those branches, like lungs
Sad. Lost opportunity
to share all of this.

With patience and love
Holds on to lost souls in time
'It will be alright'.

Struggling to get up
Flailing beetle upside down
Looking in horror.

In darkness watching
Grief and madness colliding
Bloody good curry.

Winter picnic tree
Watching the world go by
Outliving us all.