In the whisper of the leaves, stories unfold,
Of lives entwined, both young and old.
With roots deep in the earth, they silently stand,
Guardians of time in this vast land.

Beneath their shade, we find our peace,
Their branches cradle dreams that never cease.
Seasons change, yet they remain,
Witnesses to joy, sorrow, and pain.

From acorns small to giants tall,
They remind us of life’s eternal call.
To grow, to reach, to touch the sky,
And when we fall, again to try.

So let us cherish these silent friends,
In their presence, our spirits mend.
For in the dance of leaves and light,
Trees teach us the beauty of life’s endless flight.