Father Oak, the summer’s radiant glow.
Father Holly, the winter’s tranquil snow.
Summers’s warmth, with Father Oak in bloom.
Winter’s chill, with Father Holly in his wintry moon.
Let us honor these fathers, both fierce and serene,
For in their dance, the cycle of life is seen.
Winter and Summer, like a yin and yang of old,
In perfect balance, a story forever told.