There is such beauty in a tree
That makes my heart so moved to see
Gold leaves reflect in quiet lake
Their weblike shape like ancient lace
Wearing their age with autumnal grace

Yet, through the seasons of the year
And wintertime is almost here
The old oak tree has faced the change
From summer warmth to winter cold
Standing now both brave and bold

While the sun dies in the west
Its fading rays light up, then rest
Upon the oak tree's timeless frame
To capture evening's ceaseless flow
Brought to life in twilight's glow