In the heart of the forest, where whispers reside,
Stands the ancient oak, with arms open wide.
Roots deep in the earth, a story to tell,
Of centuries past, where shadows fell.

Leaves rustle like secrets, in the gentle breeze,
A dance of the ages, under canopies of trees.
Branches reach skyward, fingers of grace,
Touching the heavens, in a timeless embrace.

Through storms and sunshine, unyielding it stands,
A testament to strength, in nature’s grand plans.
Bark rugged and worn, yet life it sustains,
A symbol of endurance, through joys and pains.

Oh mighty oak, with wisdom so vast,
In your presence, we recall the past.
Shelter to many, a beacon of hope,
In your shadow, with life, we cope.