Poem:- The Sacred Dance of Trees

In forests deep, where sunlight peeks,

A sacred dance, the trees do speak.

Their limbs entwined in graceful sway,

A symphony of life, both night and day.

Roots dig deep in the earth's embrace,

Anchoring strength with unwavering grace.

With every breath, they exhale pure air,

Offering life's essence, beyond compare.

Beneath their canopy, secrets unfold,

A tapestry of stories, ancient and bold.

Whispers carried on the winds that blow,

Echoes of wisdom from long ago.

From acorn small to towering height,

Trees stand tall, majestic and bright.

Their trunks, like pillars, hold the sky,

Guardians of nature, reaching high.

Leaves shimmer with a vibrant hue,

Nature's kaleidoscope, a breathtaking view.

They drink the sunlight, a source of power,

Nurturing life in each passing hour.

Creatures find solace within their arms,

Squirrels scamper, safe from all harms.

Birds build nests in branches so strong,

Their melodies blending, a joyful song.

In every season, the trees transform,

From spring's rebirth to autumn's warm.

Leaves paint a canvas of red and gold,

A testament to nature's beauty, untold.

Oh, the dance of trees, a sacred art,

Connecting Earth and heaven, heart to heart.

In their presence, we find peace and ease,

Witnessing the sacred dance of trees.

So let us honor their noble role,

Protect their home, make it our goal.

For in their dance, we find our worth,

A reminder of our connection to Earth.

The sacred dance of trees, an ancient lore,

Whispering wisdom forevermore.

In harmony with nature, we shall thrive,

Embracing the dance, as long as we're alive.