Beneath their canopies, we find our peace,
Whispering secrets from a time long past.
Their branches stretch, a timeless embrace,
Anchoring dreams in a world so vast.

Silent guardians of the forest deep,
Their roots entwined with earth’s own soul.
Through storms and sun, they steadfast keep,
Stories untold, a living scroll.

Leaves that dance in gentle breeze,
Shadows play on the forest floor.
In their presence, our worries ease,
A quiet strength we can’t ignore.

Oh, mighty oaks, with crowns so high,
Your wisdom echoes through every leaf.
Underneath your watchful eye,
We find a balm for every grief.