In the gentle dance of the morning breeze,
Trees whisper secrets of ancient tales,
Their roots dive deep, where wisdom dwells,
Holding the earth with silent ease.

The sunlit crowns reach for the skies,
A canopy of dreams woven with light,
Sheltering life beneath their boughs,
A sanctuary from day to night.

In autumn’s embrace, they wear gold and red,
A vibrant tapestry of nature’s art,
Each falling leaf a gentle farewell,
A reminder of seasons and their part.

When winter wraps them in silent white,
They stand resilient against the cold,
Guardians of the forest’s slumber,
Awaiting spring’s rebirth to unfold.