Oak Tree Image Novels & Stories

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

Their existence was what brought the balance in the world. In addition, the Supreme Being chooses the oak trees in Land of Dawn and endowed it with the gift of prophecy. Thus, the oak tree tribe was bestowed with the ability to speak and delivered oracles while in a living state. The rustling of the leaves on an oak tree was regarded as the voice of the Supreme Being. So The tree became the center of the temple, and priests would divine the god's assertions and judgments in the rustling of the oak's leaves. As the oak tree tribe become well known for its ability to prophecies and predict the future, they enjoyed high standing back then.

I step aside and my hand gesture for Naomi to take in her surroundings. The branches from the oak trees swayed alongside the wind causing some leaves to fall off. They danced to the wind's flow before gently landing on the stream, the water current taking it on a journey down the rocky stream. Birds were chirping all around us in a sweet tune as the warm sun rays peeked through the trees creating a magical and serene moment. The ground is covered in a mantle of yellow, orange, and red leaves, giving it a soft appearance, despite the sharp edges of the rocks and boulders around the creek. The rushing water sound down the stream and the fresh cleansing tree smell brought a sense of tranquility

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

At last it dipped low, guiding the child toward a solitary tree at the heart of the garden—an ancient oak, twisted and gnarled, its bark split open like scars. Amilek halted before it. His chest rose and fell, but not with breath of his own; his body seemed only a vessel waiting for command. The owl landed silently upon a crooked branch overhead, talons clutching the wood with slow, deliberate pressure. The garden held its breath. Not a cricket stirred, not a breeze touched the leaves. Amilek stood still as stone, his white eyes fixed upon the dark hollow in the tree's trunk…waiting. He was motionless before the oak. For a long moment, there was only silence.

Its trunk was wider than three people standing with arms linked together, and its branches were spread wide like a big canopy. This was what I needed. I placed my palm against the rough bark, closed my eyes, and began to hum. The melody came to me slowly at first, but before long, the notes began to flow from me. I felt a gentle breeze stirring the leaves of the oak tree. It picked up gradually, swirling around me like an embrace, carrying with it the scents of wild herbs and the earth.

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

I spent my hours looking at the oak trees. I was amazed at this tree's rapid growth in just a few years. It began as a little seed and grew over time into a large tree. It now serves as a haven for numerous species. The ottoman's leaves gracefully separate from its branches. The rain accentuates the vibrant hues of the young leaves.

“I feel so warm.” “Oak trees tend to spread wide but not deep. The oak trees in this forest are connected by a massive root system. You just shared a bit of consciousness with it.” “What was it like?” He smirked. “Seeing through a tree.” “Why don’t you try it?” Luke asked. “It should be easier for you since you don’t have a restraint.” I nudged Duke a little excited. Other than being turned into half a cat, I hadn’t experienced anything real magical. I wanted him to have the chance too.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."