Beneath the oak's embrace, we find
Freedom whispers in the wind,
Roots anchored deep, yet branches
skies where dreams in sunlight breach.
Hope, a tender bud, unfurls,
Promising tomorrows, worlds
Of light in darkest nights, it sings
Of endless possibility, wings
To lift our souls above the fray,
To guide us through the weary day.
Giving, like the oak's bounty spread,
Nourishes hearts, the spirit fed
By acts of kindness, small and grand,
Connecting us across the land.
Life's dance, beneath the oak's wise gaze,
Each moment treasured in its maze
Of leaves and light, a symphony
Of joy, in nature's reverie.
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