Underneath the vast, cerulean skies,
They stand with grace, so tall and wise.
Whispering secrets of ages past,
Their leaves a testament to time’s vast.

Roots that delve deep into the earth,
Anchoring life, giving birth.
To every bud, to every bloom,
They dispel the shadows, banish gloom.

Through seasons’ change, they remain,
A constant presence, through joy and pain.
In autumn’s gold and winter’s chill,
Their strength and beauty test our will.

Oh, silent guardians, in your shade,
Legends and dreams are gently laid.
With every breeze, with every sigh,
You teach us how to reach the sky.