Beneath the ancient canopy, where shadows softly play,
The trees stand tall in silence, guarding secrets of the day.
Their whispers tell of ancient times, of love that never fades,
In the hush of twilight’s glow, beneath their emerald shades.

The leaves dance in the gentle breeze, a soft and sweet embrace,
As lovers carve their promises in nature’s sacred space.
The branches weave a tapestry, a story never old,
Of hearts entwined forever, through seasons hot and cold.

The roots dig deep into the earth, a symbol of their strength,
Like love that anchors souls together, no matter what the length.
Through storms and sunny days alike, their bond will never break,
A testament to love’s pure form, in every breath they take.

So, when you walk among the trees, remember love’s pure grace,
For in their ancient, silent watch, they hold a sacred place.
A place where love and nature meet, in harmony and peace,
Where whispers of the heart are heard, and love will never cease.