Your majestic form, this land you adorn, since generations gone, oh ancient one.
The things you’ve seen, the tales you could tell, guardian of the forest, where the creatures dwell.
You’re a home and shelter for many a kind and when in your presence you soothe my mind.
Ovate in shape, a spreading crown, a trunk gnarled with time, a form sublime.
Come Autumn your precious fruit is borne, a single seed within the acorn.
The nut of the oak is welcome food for all, hungry mouths feed on the windfall.
Throughout Wintertime you stand still and bare but this dormancy is your time to prepare.
Thoughts of renewal and the upcoming Spring, you’ll comfort me again with the joy that you bring.
Wonderful 🥰