In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,Stand the ancient oaks, guardians of the day.Whispering leaves tell tales of old,Secrets of the earth in their branches unfold.Roots run deep, embracing the land,Holding the stories of time in their hand.Through seasons of sun, rain, and snow,Their strength and wisdom continue to grow.Under their canopy, life finds a way,A sanctuary where creatures come to stay.In their embrace, the world seems to pause,Echoing the beauty of nature’s laws.Eternal sentinels of the forest floor,Oak trees stand as symbols of evermore.In their presence, we find solace and peace,A reminder of nature’s unending lease.