In whispered winds, the branches sway,
Guardians of the earth, steadfast and true.
Their roots delve deep, anchoring the clay,
While leaves dance under skies so blue.

Standing tall through seasons’ change,
Witness to time’s unyielding flow.
In their shade, life’s patterns rearrange,
A refuge where dreams quietly grow.

Silent sentinels of ancient lore,
Their stories etched in rings of grace.
In their presence, we explore,
The gentle power of nature’s embrace.

Ode to their strength, their silent plea,
As they reach towards the heavens high.
In trees, we find our harmony,
A living tapestry against the sky.