History is the story of the mighty oaks; the acorns get little ink.

The main street is lined with petite shops and mighty oaks.

Maybe this was the conception of a legend, "From a tiny acorn grew the mighty oak".

From little acorns grow mighty oaks - or something like that.

Trees are living, breathing things, and tree disease can take down even the mightiest oak or redwood.

How I had longed to see them again, those mighty and timeless oaks.

The death of a single elf is like the falling of a mighty oak.

It's said that from little acorns mighty oaks do grow.

But WE do - and from a little acorn a mighty oak can grow.

Today, standing only a few feet from them, she felt like a dwarf willow in a forest of mighty oaks.