Absolutely love this verse! Captures the spirit of nature honorably! The Oak holds that space in my heart as well.
The Love-Sick Boy
When first my old, old love I knew, My bosom welled with joy; My riches at her feet I threw; I was a love-sick boy! No terms seemed too extravagant Upon her to employ - I used to mope, and sigh, and pant, Just like a love-sick boy!