Old Oak Tree Poem by Nyrical Poet

We fall in love just like the old oak tree sheds its leaves each season
As we run through the deciduous forest as our magical place beckons

We come to the sturdy oak barring large branches, and a swing from above
This is our heavenly place, where magic happens, its the place we fell in love

Such a clear night out with the north star shining so bright in the sky
With the opal moon's light, we lie on the ground watching fireflies

A peaceful gentle breeze sweeps through the enchanted forest of passion
As a star gracefully moves along the sky, and then across the belt of Orion

We dance all night amongst the opal moon with hope the night will never end
Embraced in a single kiss, and wishes granted, the magical journey begins

Through each season where flowers bloom and trees shed there leaves
Our love is continuously growing, never withering nor dying with grief

But a life long bond implanted deeply into each others mystical fate
Destined to always be together, dancing while mother nature narrates