Amidst the whispering woods they stand,
Guardians of time, with branches grand.
Their leaves dance with the gentle breeze,
In a timeless symphony that never ceases.

Beneath their shade, the world is still,
A sanctuary where dreams fulfill.
Roots run deep in the earth’s embrace,
Holding secrets of an ancient race.

Seasons change, yet they remain,
In sunlit joy and stormy rain.
Their bark tells stories of the past,
Enduring, steadfast, ever steadfast.

Oh, mighty oaks, with strength so true,
In your presence, skies are blue.
A testament to nature’s grace,
In your arms, we find our place.