The Old Oak Tree

The old oak tree was felled today,
there?s a hole in the heavens,
where it used to be,
it?s branches were wide, it's leaves so green
it was the most beautiful tree,
you ever would see.

It must have stood there for hundreds of years
for there was a hole in it's bark
where a lead bullet had pieced
although it?s trunk had been split
by some fearsome storm.

It still lived, growing proud and tall,
to children, it was a place to hide and play
for family picnics, on hot summers days
But the old oak tree was felled today
now there?s a hole in the heavens
where it used to be.