In the heart of ancient woods they stand tall,
Their branches whisper secrets of old.
Through seasons, storms, and time’s long call,
Their stories in the breezes unfold.

Leaves of green turn gold then fall,
A cycle of life in nature’s embrace.
Roots deep and steadfast, answering the call,
Of earth’s nurturing, gentle grace.

Shadows cast in the midday sun,
Providing shelter to creatures small.
A sanctuary where life’s begun,
Under the oak’s protective sprawl.

Oh, mighty oak, your strength we admire,
Through centuries of change you remain.
A symbol of endurance, and a heart of fire,
In your presence, we find solace, untamed.