Afternoon Under The Oak

In the park where the sunlight spills,
Underneath the oak, my heart just stills,
Pages turning as the breeze unfolds,
Lost in a world where the stories are gold.

Whispers of nature, a soft lullaby,
The world fades away, just you and I.

Peaceful afternoons and stories untold,
In the heart of the park, I find my bold,
With each page that turns, I’m free as the breeze,
Underneath the oak, life flows with such ease.

Shadows dance as the clouds drift by,
With every line, I feel myself fly,
Comfort wraps around like a warm embrace,
Time melts away in this sacred space.

Caught in a dream that I never want to leave,
Under the oak, it's easy to believe.

Peaceful afternoons and stories untold,
In the heart of the park, I find my bold,
With each page that turns, I’m free as the breeze,
Underneath the oak, life flows with such ease.

So let me linger here for a while,
In the calm of the sun, I find my smile.