Oh Mighty Oak

Oh mighty oak, with roots down deep,

That drink the rain to make you strong,

You spread your wings as if to keep,

The secrets of the ages long.

With leaves that dance at every breeze,

As though with glee, they make a sound,

You stand in fields and forests, free,

A natural beauty all around.

You've seen it all, the sunshine bright,

The rain, the snow, the stormy nights,

And yet you stand, a sight so right,

A symbol of resilience, might.

Oh mighty oak, you are a friend,

To all who seek your peaceful calm,

A constant presence, to the end,

A true and timeless forest charm.