In the gentle sway of ancient boughs,
Whispers of time and tales unfold,
Beneath their shade, the world allows,
A sanctuary from the stories untold.
Their roots dig deep, embracing earth,
Silent witnesses to seasons’ dance,
Through sunlit days and winterâs dearth,
They stand unwavering, in steadfast trance.
Leaves sing in a rustling choir,
A melody of lifeâs eternal song,
As branches reach ever higher,
Their silent strength both vast and strong.
Oh, noble trees, in quiet grace,
You hold the wisdom of the years,
In your presence, we find our place,
And silence speaks where no one hears.