Beneath the sky’s vast, azure dome,
The ancient oak stands, rooted and strong,
Whispering tales of time long gone,
Its branches a shelter, a timeless song.

Leaves dance gently in the breeze,
A symphony of rustling echoes past,
Each ring within its sturdy trunk,
A testament to storms it has surpassed.

In its shade, the world finds peace,
A haven for weary souls and dreams,
Nature’s guardian, steadfast and wise,
Watching seasons shift and streams.

Oh, mighty oak, with wisdom vast,
Keeper of secrets, of light and dark,
You teach us strength, resilience, grace,
In your embrace, we leave our mark.