Our Trees
By Lucas H
Published 17 July 2024
In groves they stand, with silent grace.
Their branches weave a verdant lace.
From earth to sky, their forms ascend.
A testament to time they send.
Their leaves, a chorus in the breeze,
Whisper secrets, rustling with ease.
Beneath their boughs, a tranquil hush,
Where shadows play in dappled blush.
Roots delve deep, anchoring the land.
A steadfast grip, both firm and grand.
Through seasons' dance, they steadfast grow,
In winter's chill and summer's glow.
Each tree a story, ancient and wise,
Witness to the changing skies.
In forest halls, their whispers free,
A timeless ode to harmony.