Under The Oak Tree

We seemed to stay quiet about those moments under the oak tree,
but I know it was not the branches that had sworn us to secrecy,
It was a seed planted by our own wicked minds, and a guilty conscience...
For what exactly.
The leaves never exactly violated us,
The leaves were more a consolation,
The leaves perhaps saved our lives more than once.
But the first we blamed is a tree.
"Damn you for growing here.
Surely you could have picked a better spot."
The things that happened under the oak tree were for us,
it was either our fault for getting there,
or it was our fault for leaving.
All i want is to go back and lay under the shade for awhile.
When you are ready to admit you loved everything about those moments,
the Oak will be expecting an apology.