Analysis of Beneath the Ancient Oak tree

Beneath the ancient oak tree's shade,
Where wildflowers bloom and rivers wade,
A lover waits, in quiet glade,
For his dear lass, in sunlight bathed.

The lark sings high in blue skies,
Its song of love, pure and wise,
Echoes the lover's heartfelt sighs,
As he dreams of love's sweet prize.

"O stay, sweet sun, in your golden cart,
And delay the coming of the dark,
For in this moment, my beating heart,
Finds peace in love's radiant spark.

The rustling leaves whisper her name,
The babbling brook does the same,
In every facet of nature's frame,
I see her face, I feel love's flame.

And here she comes, as day meets night,
Her smile outshines the evening light,
In her presence, everything's right,
Our love as deep as the starry night.

here we vow, 'neath the moon's soft glow,
By the whispering winds that gently blow,
In nature's grand theatre, our love will grow,
On life's stage, as the seasons flow."