In the heart of ancient lands they stand,
Their branches reaching high and grand,
Silent watchers through the ages they remain,
Whispering secrets of sun and rain.

Beneath their canopy, shadows play,
Dancing leaves in a gentle sway,
Roots delve deep where memories lie,
Oak trees’ wisdom touching sky.

Through seasons’ change and storms’ fierce might,
Their sturdy trunks endure the fight,
A testament to resilience and grace,
In their presence, we find our place.

Majestic oaks, guardians so true,
With stories old and ever new,
Embrace us in your timeless fold,
As your legacy continues to unfold.