The Silent Oak

By Rajendra prasad Gupta

In twilight's grasp, the oak stands tall and proud, 

Its branches whisper secrets to the breeze. 

A sentinel beneath the evening cloud, 

It cradles dreams within its timeless leaves.

The roots dig deep, entwined with ancient lore, 

Each ring a tale of seasons long gone by. 

In storms it bends, but never breaks for more, 

A testament to strength beneath the sky.

Its shade a refuge for the weary soul, 

Where laughter dances, echoes of the past. 

In nature's arms, we find ourselves made whole, 

A moment's peace, a love that’s meant to last.

So let the oak remind us, as we roam,

That in our hearts, we too can find a home.