Fallen

It had taken root long before the the Constitution was signed,

 and had withstood the pressures of countless storms.

It had survived the Columbus Day Storm of ’63, when all those close by had fallen.

It had born silent witness to generations, and had offered shelter countless others.

But, for the first time in forever, the old oak will not cast its shadow in tomorrow’s sunrise.

The wind, the rain and time have finally won.