In the whispering woods where shadows dance,
Stands the mighty oak with branches vast,
Rooted deep in the earth’s embrace,
Its leaves a story of ages past.

Through seasons’ change, it holds its ground,
A testament to nature’s gentle hand,
With every leaf a whispered sound,
A quiet strength that understands.

Beneath its boughs, the world feels still,
A sanctuary from the rush of time,
Where dreams are woven with its will,
And hearts find peace in its sublime.

Oh, ancient oak, with wisdom old,
Your silent presence speaks to all,
In your shade, stories unfold,
A timeless echo, a forest’s call.