In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Stand the ancient trees in their grand display.
With roots that delve into earth’s embrace,
They whisper the stories of time and space.

The Sequoia stands, a towering sage,
Its bark a testament to every age.
With branches reaching the azure sky,
It watches the centuries passing by.

The Baobab, with its trunk so wide,
Holds secrets of the desert’s pride.
In its shade, the weary find their peace,
A refuge where all worries cease.

Beneath the Cherry Blossom’s fleeting bloom,
Lies beauty that defies all gloom.
Petals dance in the gentle breeze,
A moment of grace that the heart believes.