I lay atop a grassy hillside
Not under, but beside a beautiful oak
Only so the sun can still reach my face
Sunshine pierces my wavering eyes
So I shut them
Inhale passionately
With every breath my heart sinks in my chest
How can such a stunning view give way to such cold memories?
Christian Hudak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thee-tree/
