Poetry for tree
In the heart of the forest, tall and grand,
Stands a sentinel, rooted in the land.
With branches reaching for the sky so high,
A tree stands proud beneath the azure sky.
Its leaves whisper secrets in the breeze,
As it sways gently, with graceful ease.
Each rustling leaf a tale untold,
In the language of the wise and old.
Beneath its boughs, creatures find rest,
In the sanctuary of its leafy crest.
Birds nestle snug in their cozy nooks,
Singing melodies from nature's books.
Through seasons change, it stands serene,
A steadfast guardian, evergreen.
In springtime's bloom, it bursts with life,
Amidst the chorus of birds in strife.
Summer's embrace, a canopy of shade,
Where weary travelers find solace laid.
Autumn paints its leaves in hues so bright,
A fiery spectacle, a breathtaking sight.
And in winter's chill, it stands alone,
Bearing the weight of snow and stone.
Yet still, it holds its head up high,
A testament to resilience, reaching for the sky.
Oh, tree of wonder, noble and true,
We owe our gratitude, our thanks to you.
For in your presence, we find our peace,
In the shelter of your branches, worries cease.
So let us honor this arboreal friend,
Whose roots run deep, whose branches bend.
For in the poetry of the forest's plea,
The tree stands tall, for all to see.
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