In the heart of the ancient forest, they stand,
Silent witnesses to the passage of time,
Majestic oaks with branches like hands,
Reaching out, weaving stories in rhyme.

The Sequoias rise, touching the sky,
Giants of ages, guardians of earth,
Their roots delve deep, where secrets lie,
In their shade, new dreams find birth.

Cherry blossoms, a fleeting grace,
Their petals dance in the springtime breeze,
A pink cascade, a soft embrace,
Whispering tales to the wandering seas.

Under the Banyan’s vast embrace,
Where roots and branches intertwine,
A living tale of time and space,
A symbol of strength, in its design.