Beneath the boughs that gently sway,
In whispers soft, they greet the day.
With roots so deep and leaves so high,
They touch the earth and kiss the sky.

Their branches dance in sunlit beams,
Cradling birds and endless dreams.
Each ring within, a story told,
Of seasons passed and years grown old.

Through storm and calm, they stand so tall,
Guardians of the forest’s call.
Their silent strength and quiet grace,
A testament to nature’s face.

So let us honor trees with care,
For in their shade, we find our prayer.
A living poem, a verdant plea,
To cherish every sacred tree.