Beneath the sky, the branches sway,
A dance of leaves in light’s embrace,
Their whispers tell of ancient days,
In gentle green, they find their place.

Roots deep in earth, they hold the past,
Stories etched in rings of time,
Each season’s breath a gentle cast,
In silent strength, they gently climb.

The sunlight weaves through canopies,
A tapestry of gold and green,
In nature’s choir, they sing with ease,
A tranquil sight, a peaceful scene.

Oh, trees that stand in steadfast grace,
Your beauty humbles all who see,
In every branch, a warm embrace,
A testament to nature’s decree.