Underneath the ancient canopy,
Where whispers of the forest dwell,
Stand the guardians of history,
With stories only time can tell.

The Redwood giants touch the sky,
Their crowns in clouds, roots in the past,
They watch as centuries go by,
In silence, their wisdom lasts.

The Baobabs of the African plains,
With trunks so wide, they hold the rain,
They cradle life within their veins,
In drought and storm, they still remain.

The Sakura bloom in fleeting grace,
A fleeting blush that paints the spring,
They teach us all to cherish days,
For beauty fades but memories cling.