Amidst the rustling leaves they stand,
Guardians of time, with gentle hands.
Their branches stretch to touch the sky,
While roots below in silence lie.

They whisper stories of the past,
As seasons change, their shadows cast.
In shade and light they weave their tales,
Of sunlit days and stormy gales.

With every breeze, a dance unfolds,
A symphony no songbird scolds.
In their embrace, the world finds peace,
A timeless bond that will not cease.

Beneath their boughs, dreams softly rest,
In nature’s heart, forever blessed.
The trees, eternal, wise, and free,
Stand sentinel for you and me.