Beneath the ancient canopy where shadows play,
The whispers of trees tell tales of love’s embrace.
Their leaves dance softly to the rhythm of the breeze,
A timeless waltz in nature’s sacred space.

The roots entwine deep within the earth’s core,
As hearts do when love finds a place to bloom.
Each branch reaches out, yearning for the sky,
Just as souls reach out from their lonely gloom.

In the twilight, when the world turns serene,
The trees stand tall, guardians of love’s lore.
They hold secrets within their silent rings,
Stories of passion and heartbeats galore.

So, walk with me beneath these towering giants,
Let their whispers guide us through love’s terrain.
For in their embrace, our hearts will find solace,
As the trees and love, forever remain.