In the heart of the forest where silence breathes,
Stand the ancient oaks, their wisdom weaves.
Branches like arms reaching to the sky,
Witnesses to centuries quietly passing by.
Their leaves rustle tales of days gone by,
In the gentle breeze, they softly sigh.
Roots deep in the earth, anchoring strong,
A living testament to nature’s song.
Through storms theyâve stood, unwavering and bold,
Guardians of secrets never to be told.
In their shade, life finds a quiet peace,
A refuge where timeâs endless march can cease.
Oh mighty oaks with stories untold,
In your shadow, mysteries unfold.
Teach us the patience of your steadfast grace,
In the vastness of your ancient embrace.