In the gentle sway of the ancient oak,
Wisdom whispers through rustling leaves,
Tales of life and journeys spoke,
Of dreams woven in twilight eves.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Shadows dance with the sun’s embrace,
Roots deep and branches keen,
Together they form a sacred space.

Seasons change, bringing colors bright,
A tapestry of nature’s art,
In autumn’s gold and winter’s white,
Each moment echoes in the heart.

As life flows like a river’s stream,
Trees stand as guardians of time,
Holding secrets of every dream,
In their silence, a gentle rhyme.