A tree stands tall with graceful trace,
Its silhouette, a canvas bare,
Etched against the evening air.
With branches reaching for the sky,
Like arms held high, oh, how they vie,
A crown of leaves, averdant green,
Unfurling secrets nature's sheen.
Its trunk, a pillar strong and stout,
As ancient tales echo all about,
Deep within its heartwood's core,
Whispers of wisdom stories store.
Below, the roots extend and spread,
Anchoring hopes, their stories shed,
Invisible veins through earth they thread,
In nature's symphony, their voices blend.
Oh, tree! Majestic form in sight,
Sculpture crafted in moonlit night,
You stand, a symbol steadfast, bold,
A marvel of life's epic mold.