whispers of an arboreal soul

Beneath the azure expanse, stands tall,

A sentinel of time, through seasons' call,

Roots delving deep, into earth's ancient embrace,

A tree, a stoic monument, a silent grace.

In infancy, a tender shoot takes flight,

Emerald leaves, kissed by dawn's first light,

Stretching skyward, yearning to be free,

A sapling's dream, a testament to glee.

With passing years, it weathers life's storm,

Branches outstretched, a shelter, a form,

Whispering leaves in the gentle breeze,

Tales of resilience, of nature's ease.

In summer's warmth, a verdant crown,

Shading the weary, casting shadows down,

A haven for birds, their melodies ring,

A symphony of life, the tree does bring.

Come autumn's kiss, its foliage turns to gold,

A canvas of colors, a sight to behold,

Rustling whispers in the fading light,

The tree surrenders, in a graceful flight.

As winter reigns with its icy breath,

Bare branches etched against the sky's breadth,

Yet deep within, life's pulse does beat,

Awaiting the thaw, the season's heat.

Oh, venerable tree, with stories untold,

Witness to histories, both young and old,

Your silent wisdom, a timeless decree,

A testament to life, resilient and free.