The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.