Oh mighty tree

In the quiet of the dawn, watch the old tree stand tall,

Branches reaching out, tales whispered in the wind,

Leaves that once danced green, now gentle shades of gold,

Holding stories of seasons, where life's journey begins.

Silent watch over the fields, grounding memories deep,

Echoes of the past, in every crack it keeps.

Oh, mighty tree, your roots run so deep,

Witness to the years, your secrets you keep,

Standing through storms, in sun or rain,

Reminding us all, growth comes from pain.

Breathe in the dusk, feel the dusk's cool embrace,

Every scar tells a story, every leaf shows grace.

Time’s gentle hand, shaping your form,

In your shadow, we find our home.

So here’s to the old tree, in the sunset’s glow,

A symbol of endurance, as the seasons flow.