In ancient groves where shadows dance,
The mighty oak stands tall and grand,
Its branches cradle time’s romance,
A witness to the changing land.

Beneath the sky, the pine trees sing,
Their whispers echo through the breeze,
In forests where the spirits cling,
Their needles weave eternal seas.

The sequoias rise, a towering sight,
Guardians of the forest deep,
In their embrace, the stars ignite,
As dreams within their shadows sleep.

The banyan spreads its rooted arms,
A shelter for the weary soul,
In its embrace, the world disarms,
Finding peace in nature’s whole.