Beneath the canopy, where sunlight weaves,
A tapestry of shadows, the whispering leaves,
Dance with the gentle breath of the breeze,
In a harmonious symphony that never ceases.

Their emerald hues speak of ancient tales,
Secrets of seasons, as time gently pales,
Each rustle a chapter, each flutter a verse,
In the language of nature, they softly converse.

Through golden autumn, when colors ignite,
Leaves turn to fire, a magnificent sight,
They cascade like dreams on the cooling ground,
A farewell to warmth, in silence profound.

In winter’s embrace, they slumber and sleep,
Awaiting the promise the spring will keep,
Reborn in the light of the sun’s warm rays,
To waltz once more in life’s endless ballet.