Thursday, October 30, 2014

The Empire and the Oak

Empires they fall,
And traditions fade.
Will history recall
All the debts paid?

Where lovers hearts break
In the silence night.
How much will this life take
Until we no longer fight?

So rest your arms,
You weary soldier.
Begone all the harms
As time grows older.

May you live for the day
Upon you now,
And know thy way
In the land you plow.

And remember the seasons
As they come and go,
For natures reasons
You do know: That

The empire and the oak
Are one of the same.
One cloaked with velvet,
The other with rain.

And centuries will pass
through generations borne,
Until what has amassed
Will someday be gone.