Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…
~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
~ Thomas Carlyle
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
~ James Allen
HANNA'S WALK 
I love oaks and especially the poems you selected to describe the oaks so well.
Thanks a lot. I’m happy that you like the poems.
I’ve learned that oaks are survivors of all sorts of attacks on their existence.
Weather, wind, insects and last but not least, humans.
Nevertheless, some oak trees stand alone and unprotected for hundreds of years. It’s impressive ❤
Stay Safe
All the best,
Hanna
Beautiful … I love everything about this post Hannah. Trees and poetic words 💚
That’s a lovely compliment. Thanks for that 😊
All the best,
Hanna