The title sets a scene: a place where people once sat, perhaps beneath a tree. The two short lines then shift attention from the people to the oak. It lives or dies "with great ease," as if the tree's fate is something simple and almost casual, without struggle or drama.
There's a quiet contrast here. "Where we sat" suggests a human memory, maybe a moment of rest or closeness. Yet the poem turns to something much larger and slower than that moment. The word "ease" can be read two ways: the oak is calm about its own survival, or the world is indifferent to whether it survives. Judging by the wording, the speaker seems to accept this rather than protest it.
The mood is still, reflective, and a little humbling. There's no sadness spelled out, but the brevity leaves room for it. The poem makes us feel how small a shared moment is beside the long, unbothered life of a tree.