Beneath the azure skies they stand, so grand,
With roots that penetrate the ancient land.
Whispering secrets of time gone by,
Their leaves rustling with a gentle sigh.

In seasons’ dance, they sway and bend,
Offering shade, a faithful friend.
Through storms and sun, they hold their place,
With silent strength and endless grace.

Their branches cradle nests of life,
Sheltering from the world’s strife.
A sanctuary in nature’s embrace,
Where life finds solace, a sacred space.

Oh, trees, the silent guardians of earth,
Witnesses to death and rebirth.
In your presence, we find our calm,
In your shadows, a healing balm.