In ancient groves where legends sleep,
The mighty Oak stands tall and deep.
Its branches reach to skies untold,
Guarding secrets of the old.
Beneath the Baobab’s sprawling arms,
Stories weave in tranquil charms.
With roots that delve through sands of time,
It holds the earth in rhythmic rhyme.
The Cherry Blossom’s fleeting grace,
Paints the sky in soft embrace.
Petals dance on gentle breeze,
A fleeting beauty, hearts to seize.
Among the Redwood’s towering might,
A forest dream in endless sight.
They whisper tales of ancient lore,
Echoing through ages, forevermore.