Beneath The Green Oak Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Ah, let's remember those blissful days of yore,
A while back, we met on Alves' outskirts.
Stars hastened to adorn the sky's full face,
Later, the moon presided over nature's vast orbit.
Though those good days have passed us by,
Our spirits remain coupled, never to bid goodbye.
Just call my name, and I shall be by your side,
Beneath the green oak, where our memories reside.
In the whispers of evening winds, our tales abide,
In the arms of nostalgia, we find peace.
Through the ebb and flow of life's endless tide,
As the past unfolds, painting skies anew.
With each step forward, we carry our past,
In the fabric of time, our old bond will last.
So let's raise a toast to the days gone by,
And cherish the moments that made us fly high.