For a few minutes they walked side-by-side, listening to the cicadas sing in the old oak tree by the pond.
Through her tears the old Oak tree stood tall, the flowers at its base waving softly in the breeze.
A tall figure lounged against a huge Oak tree beside the trail.
A large Oak tree had fallen across the creek in a narrow deep area, trapping debris in front of it to form a natural dam.
The leaves of the big oak tree were like silver filigree and the white cross beneath it looked iridescent.
The big oak tree leaned over the pond with outstretched arms, as if ready to capture a catfish.
She carried her shoes up the hill and stopped under the big oak tree to put them on.
On reaching a large oak tree that had not yet shed its leaves, he stopped and beckoned mysteriously to them with his hand.
As they walked down the hill, Jonathan made a detour to the Oak tree and she called him back.