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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 |
