I am the oak

To fell the oak you must reach the heart
Through the sinew and bone
Crack the surface then draw the blade
Deep into the ancient gnarled bark
Twisting and diving
Weeping in amber droplets
Her life dissipates away from the tawny earth
Fracturing branches like bone
Lacerating the green city above
Infiltrated by grey sky
To fell the oak you have to reach through darkness
Past the deepest groves of the soul
Deeper and darker to the root
The fall is like thunder
The life drawn from the forest by invisible hands clawing
Inch by inch, breath by breath
Fading into nothing but an irreplaceable emptiness