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.