Brookside Rules OK

I know u of old, I have played in your branches U R OAK.

I have sheltered from the storm while u wave importently at the elements.

I have dug at your roots and exposed u, u have no secrets from me. And I have felt your warmth, the heart that lies beating within. That others do not c, will not c. U will go on even if your limbs are cut down.





I do not no u for I can never no u. U dance happily away before I can grasp u, u are never the same. I have splashed in u and laffed in u but I cannot caress u, u are gone. And u can sweep me away. U are cold sometimes and dry sometimes but u come back to life in a torrential heartbeat.


The tree is cut down and I ride in its bark to the c.