In the forest deep, where shadows play,
Stands a tree, in its majestic array.
With branches reaching towards the sky,
A silent witness to time passing by.

Leaves whisper secrets in the gentle breeze,
A symphony of nature that never ceases to please.
Roots grounded firm in the earth below,
The tree’s story, only the winds know.

Seasons paint the leaves in vibrant hues,
A canvas of life under celestial views.
In spring’s embrace or winter’s chill,
The tree remains a symbol of nature’s will.

Oh, to be like a tree, steadfast and free,
Embracing each moment with tranquility.
In the heart of the forest, where time stands still,
The tree whispers softly, a promise to fulfill.