Let me be the tallest oak tree, strong,
Roots delving deep where they belong.
Branches reach high, a sheltering hand,
For weary travelers across the land.

Whispers of wind through leaves unfold,
Stories whispered, both young and old.
Witness to seasons, a timeless guide,
Through sunlit days and storms that hide.

A beacon of hope, I proudly stand,
A testament to nature's grand hand.
May those who seek solace find it here,
Beneath my boughs, dispelling fear.
And still whispering sweet sunlight
through my leaves