mighty oak?

Mighty Oak? Acorn filled with aspiration To become a mighty oak Only To wither, wilt, and lose all hope Limbs grow brittle Leaves long since flown Stoic stalwart sentry Keeping vigil, all alone Reaching ever, up, and out Accomplished little Erased no doubt He rots from within Evermore to creak, and groan Paying pennance His wages for sin Hope evaporates Faster than dew on the grass And he dies, a little death Time, and again...