I sat beneath an old oak tree, enchanted by its majesty
But all at once came a mighty crack, and the oak fell down in front of me
We look to the trees for ageless wisdom as they rise above it all
But wise old oaks still reach their greatness, just before they fall
I counted up its hard-won rings, it lived for many hundred years
I thought of all that it had seen, that in one moment disappears
It seemed to be a timeless soul, outside the reach of nature's rule
But all who claim a place so high, is quickly shown to be the fool