With branches stretching wide,
With history of centuries behind
The Oak tree has nowhere to hide.
The Oak tree is blowing my mind.
I stand subjacently in awe
In front of graceful tree,
Deep grateful to my core
For what I am blessed to see.
Chorus:
The Oak tree, my dear friend for years,
My dear friend to live beyond my stay,
My dear friend, please help
To be above all dares,
To keep your cool
On all occasions,
If I may.
The Oak tree with roots on solid ground
To make you feel and learn the very base.
Good old friend that I have found,
Who quietly continues to amaze.
Withstanding all, who knows what, imagine,
Accepting all, who comes around taking rest,
The Oak tree is well respected legend,
Still helping others to his best.
Chorus.
18.11.2025
The Oak tree
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