In the Shadow of the Ancient Oak

In the shadow of the ancient oak,
Where time’s secrets softly spoke,
I found a haven, a silent retreat,
Beneath the leaves, where two worlds meet.

Majestic branches, weathered and wise,
Stretched toward cerulean skies,
Their leaves, like whispers, told tales untold,
In a language of green and stories of old.

Beneath the boughs, I found my place,
A sanctuary of nature’s grace,
Where sunlight danced through the canopy’s lace,
And serenity wrapped me in its embrace.

Beneath the roots, the earth’s heartbeat,
In the heart of this woodland seat,
A tapestry of life unfurled,
As ancient as the ancient oak, this world.

In the shadows, secrets lay,
Of creatures that frolic and fey,
Of fairies, and whispers, and mysteries untold,
In the ancient oak’s sheltered, sacred fold.

The rustling leaves, a gentle song,
Whispered where I truly belong,
In the heart of nature’s timeless art,
Where the ancient oak touched my heart.

In the shadow of the ancient oak,
I found solace, nature’s cloak,
A place to dream, to rest, to be,
In the arms of eternity.