In the gentle cradle of morning light,
The leaves whisper tales of ancient grace,
Their emerald dance, a timeless flight,
A symphony in the quiet space.
Roots deep in earth’s nurturing breast,
They drink the stories of ages past,
In their silent strength, they find their rest,
A steadfast bond, forever to last.
Beneath the sun’s warm, tender gaze,
They shimmer with lifeâs vibrant hue,
In nature’s embrace, they find their ways,
A testament to the old and new.
As twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
The leaves murmur a soft farewell,
In the hush of night, they dream and lie,
Until dawn awakens their tale to tell.