Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunlight weaves through leaves so grand,
The trees stand tall, their wisdom gleams,
A timeless force, a nurturing hand.

Their roots embrace the earth below,
In silent strength, they hold the land,
Through storms and calm, they gently grow,
A testament to nature’s plan.

With boughs that sway in evening breeze,
They share their tales of ages past,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
A song of life, both slow and fast.

Oh, sacred trees, in you we find
The bridge between the earth and sky,
In your embrace, our souls unwind,
And with your breath, our spirits fly.