In forests deep, where shadows play,
The trees stand tall in the light of day.
Their branches reach for skies so wide,
In their gentle sway, secrets they hide.

Beneath their boughs, a world takes shape,
A haven for creatures, both small and great.
Leaves whisper tales in the gentle breeze,
Of ancient wisdom, and life's mysteries.

With roots that delve into the earth's embrace,
They anchor the land in a steadfast grace.
Through seasons of change, they stand so true,
A symbol of life, for me and for you.

In autumn's kiss, their leaves turn gold,
A brilliant display, a sight to behold.
And when winter comes, they stand so stark,
A testament to strength, even in the dark.

In spring, they burst with vibrant hue,
New life emerges, the cycle renews.
The beauty of trees, both near and far,
A reminder of nature's wonder, under the stars.

So let us cherish these guardians of the land,
For in their shade, we find a helping hand.
In every forest, grove, and glen,
The trees are our allies, our dearest friends.




In forests deep, where shadows play,
The trees stand tall in the light of day.
Their branches reach for skies so wide,
In their gentle sway, secrets they hide.

Beneath their boughs, a world takes shape,
A haven...