One day, while passing by a tree, I heard a sigh.It seemed the oak could speak; I felt my knees go weak. to rest and lay me down on the cool,moss-covered ground under its wide, leafy canopy. Because the day was hot, I lingered at that spot.I was drawn to the oak's ancient presence,its whispered wisdom captivating my mind and gently nudging me to feel inclined.slipping out of my dress, I must confess. With words of poetry, he started wooing me.His leaves then brushed my skin. I trembled deep within.His branches were so lush, I hoped I would not blush.to