In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance and play,
The ancient trees stand tall, guardians of the day.
Whispers of their stories, carried by the breeze,
Echo through the ages, beneath their rustling leaves.

The Oak, with arms wide, embraces time’s embrace,
Its roots delve deep, in history’s sacred space.
Each ring a tale of seasons, of sun and rain and strife,
A testament to resilience, the enduring force of life.

The Sequoia, mighty and grand, towers to the sky,
A monument to nature, where earth and heavens lie.
Its bark tells tales of centuries, of fires and of growth,
A living link to epochs, a testament of both.

Beneath the cherry blossoms, in spring’s gentle kiss,
Petals fall like snowflakes, a fleeting, tender bliss.
They remind us of beauty, ephemeral yet profound,
In their brief, bright blooming, life’s preciousness is found.