Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
The trees stand tall, both old and new.
Their leaves whisper, secrets they keep,
In the forest, where shadows sleep.

Through seasons’ change, they do not sway,
In summer’s sun or winter’s gray.
Their roots run deep, their branches high,
Reaching out to touch the sky.

Birds find shelter in their embrace,
Within their boughs, they find a place.
A world of life, both seen and heard,
In every rustle, a whispered word.

Oh, trees that stand through time and tide,
With grace and strength, they do not hide.
A silent witness to all that’s been,
In their presence, peace is seen.