In the quiet of the morning dew,
The leaves whisper secrets new,
Roots deep in the earth’s embrace,
They rise to greet the sun’s face.

A dance of green, a ballet of light,
Each leaf a star in the silent night,
The wind their partner, gentle and free,
Together they sing in perfect harmony.

Through seasons they stand tall and proud,
A canopy beneath the sky’s shroud,
From seed to tree, a journey grand,
A testament to nature’s hand.

In autumn’s breath, they shed their gold,
Stories of summer quietly told,
Yet in their fall, a promise lies,
Of rebirth beneath the spring skies.