Beneath the vast and endless sky,
The ancient oak trees stand so high.
Their branches reach with timeless grace,
In whispers of the wind’s embrace.

Roots that delve the earth so deep,
Holding secrets they safely keep.
In every ring, a story told,
Of summers warm and winters cold.

Leaves that dance in sunlit beams,
Catching dreams in golden streams.
Their shadows cast on forest floor,
Guardians of the tales of yore.

Oh mighty oak, so wise and strong,
In your shade, we find our song.
A witness to the ages past,
In your presence, peace will last.