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Whispers of the Sacred Oak - Where Wisdom Resides, in the Ancient Arms of the Mighty Tree - Poem Lyrics in English
In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Whispers of the sacred oak, in the ancient arms sway.
Mighty branches reach for the heavens above,
Where wisdom resides, in the embrace of the Grove.
Leaves rustle like pages in a time-worn tome,
In the sacred oak's whispers, ancient secrets roam.
Bark adorned with tales etched in arboreal grace,
A symphony of wisdom in the sacred space.
Roots delve deep, anchors in the earthly lore,
In the ancient arms of the oak, where spirits explore.
Mossy tendrils cradle the wisdom's core,
As the sacred oak whispers, revealing more.
In the quietude where the sunlight peeks,
Whispers of the oak, where wisdom speaks.
A sanctuary where seekers find reprieve,
In the sacred oak's boughs, where truths weave.
Listen closely to the murmurs of the tree,
In the sacred oak's whispers, profound and free.
A repository of ages, in the forest's keep,
Where wisdom abounds in the sacred oak's sweep.
So, in the stillness of the woodland glade,
Whispers of the sacred oak, where wisdom is laid.
In the ancient arms of the mighty tree,
A sacred symphony where knowledge is free.
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| Whispers of the Sacred Oak - Where Wisdom Resides, in the Ancient Arms of the Mighty Tree - Poem Lyrics in English |
In the heart of the woods, where shadows dance,
The sacred oak stands, a symbol of chance.
Its mighty arms, a haven for the wise,
Where whispers of wisdom weave through the skies.
Leaves rustle like pages in the ancient book,
In the sacred oak's arms, where scholars look.
A repository of ages, where stories are told,
In the whispers of the oak, where secrets unfold.
Moss-covered roots, like ancient scrolls,
In the sacred oak's embrace, where knowledge strolls.
Bark, a tapestry of tales engraved,
As the oak imparts wisdom in the hallowed glade.
Branches reach skyward, like hands in prayer,
In the whispers of the oak, where answers declare.
A sanctuary of insight, in the mighty tree,
Where the sacred oak shares its legacy.
Oh, seeker of truths in the woodland's keep,
Listen to the whispers, let the sacred oak speak.
In the arms of wisdom, where the ancient tree resides,
The whispers of the sacred oak, where wisdom abides.
Beneath the canopy of time, where tales unfold,
Whispers of the sacred oak, where wisdom is extolled.
In the ancient arms of the mighty tree,
Secrets are cradled, where wisdom roams free.
Leaves rustle like pages of an ancient tome,
In the sacred oak's whispers, where mysteries comb.
Roots delve deep into the earth's embrace,
In the mighty tree's wisdom, a sacred grace.
Bark, a tapestry of ages untold,
Whispers of the sacred oak, where wisdom is enrolled.
A symphony of rustling in the woodland's hush,
In the mighty tree's embrace, where whispers brush.
Oh, in the grove where time slows its pace,
Whispers of the sacred oak, a venerable trace.
Ancient wisdom resonates in the tree's embrace,
In the sacred oak's whispers, where secrets grace.
