Beneath the azure skies they stand,
Silent sentinels of the land.
Their roots run deep, their branches high,
Reaching out to kiss the sky.
In whispered winds, their secrets told,
Stories of the young and old.
Leaves rustle with a gentle song,
A melody thatâs ages long.
They cradle nests and shade the ground,
In their embrace, peace is found.
Through seasons’ change, they stay the same,
Natureâs guardians without a name.
When time fades and shadows fall,
Trees will stand, tall and tall.
With whispers soft and branches wide,
They tell of life that time can’t hide.