Beneath the whispering leaves I stand,
In awe of nature’s gentle hand,
Each tree a silent, steadfast friend,
Whose branches to the heavens bend.

Their roots entwined in earth’s embrace,
A testament to time and grace,
With trunks that tell of seasons past,
And shadows on the ground they cast.

Through storms and sunlit days they thrive,
In quiet strength they are alive,
A living poem, line by line,
Gifts of beauty so divine.

O noble trees, in you I see,
The grace of life, the mystery,
In your presence I find peace,
A gentle soul that will not cease.