Beneath the vast and endless sky,
They stand as sentinels of grace,
With roots that delve in earth’s embrace,
Their leaves dance with the wind’s soft sigh.

In shadows they weave stories old,
Of seasons passing, whispered lore,
Their branches cradle dreams of yore,
Silent tales in green and gold.

Through storms they bend but never break,
Resilient in their ancient might,
They hold the secrets of the night,
And whisper truths as day awakes.

O trees, the keepers of the land,
In your embrace, we find our home,
With every leaf and every poem,
You teach us how to understand.