Beneath the azure skies, where shadows lie,
The oak trees stand, resilient and high,
Their branches whisper tales of old,
Of seasons past, and secrets untold.

Their roots dive deep, in earth’s embrace,
Anchoring firmly, with silent grace,
Each leaf a testament to years gone by,
As the sun sets low, and breezes sigh.

In autumn’s glow, they wear a crown,
Of amber hues and russet brown,
A regal sight, in nature’s hall,
Witness to the rise and fall.

Through storm and calm, they persevere,
Guardians of the forest, year by year,
With strength and beauty intertwined,
In the heart of oak, wisdom you’ll find.