In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Ancient oaks stand tall, in a timeless ballet.
Their whispers of wisdom carried by the breeze,
A story of ages, told through the trees.

Their roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
A testament to strength, in this sacred space.
Leaves rustling gently, in a symphony of green,
A dance of tranquility, serene and unseen.

Underneath their canopy, a world so still,
The whispers of the oaks, the air they fill.
With tales of endurance, through sun and storm,
A legacy of resilience, in every form.

As seasons change, they stand their ground,
A symbol of life, where peace is found.
In their shade, we find solace and grace,
The timeless whisper of oaks, in this sacred place.