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A MIGHTY OAK HAS FALLEN
©Gary Bowman

Sonoma moon illumines, Grassy, rolling hills
Distant stars in frozen sky, Echo winter’s bitter chill  
A jolting crash and rumble, Then all was strangely still
I hear the angels calling, A Mighty Oak Has Fallen

Muted dawn broke silent, In somber tones of grey
Birds and beasts all gathered, Then slowly went along their way  
Darkened clouds descended, The heavens wept that day
I hear the angels calling,A Mighty Oak Has Fallen

Gone those leaves that whispered softly, In summer’s breeze,
When youthful love and laughter, Rippled through the trees
The best of times, The best of friends,
We thought those days would never end

Broken limbs and branches, Scattered all around 
Silent, sleeping acorns, Rest on hallowed ground
Solace in a lonely night, Cannot be found
I hear the angels calling, A Mighty Oak Has Fallen

​As winter’s grip must yield, To spring time’s shout
And in that gentle field, An acorn sprouts
From deep within, New life begins
Hope will rise, Once again

Sonoma moon illumines, Grassy, rolling hills
Distant stars in frozen sky, Echo winter’s bitter chill
A jolting crash and rumble, Then all was strangely still
I hear the angels calling, A Mighty Oak Has Fallen