Laid out a quilt on the clover and thyme, Bread still warm and the day in its prime. Your laughter rings where the robins fly, And the sunlight dances soft through the sky. There’s jam on your thumb, a crumb on your cheek, The breeze hums hymns both gentle and meek. The world feels small, but our hearts stretch wide, As we watch the clouds in the hush collide. Under the oak, where the shadows dream, Time runs slower than the silver stream. Your hand in mine, the summer sighs, And the day unfolds like lullabies. Under the oak, it’s you and me, And the world as it’s meant to be. Ants march proud through the bread we share, A bee drifts close to the scent of your hair. You pour the wine with a quiet grin, And the meadow melts to the calm within. If the hours should fade away, Let them fade right here this way. Every minute feels like more, Than the years we rushed before. Under the oak, where the shadows dream, Time runs slower than the silver stream. Your hand in mine, the summer sighs, And the day unfolds like lullabies. Under the oak, it’s you and me, And the world as it’s meant to be. No need for promises, no grand refrain, Just the whisper of leaves and the smell of rain. If love’s a place, I think I’ve found Where the roots grow deep and hearts stay sound. Under the oak, where the world stands still, Peace hums soft on the gentle hill. Your hand in mine, our eyes meet slow, And all that’s left is to let it grow. Under the oak, just you and me, And the world as it’s meant to be.
