The Quiet Song of Trees

In the stillness of the morning light,
The trees stand tall, bathed in gold and white.
Whispering secrets to the sky,
Their leaves a flutter, a soft goodbye.

The wind plays gently through each bough,
A song of peace, here and now.
No rush of time, no hurried pace,
Just nature’s calm and quiet grace.

Their roots run deep, a silent guide,
Through earth and stone, they twist and hide.
Yet in their strength, they bend with ease,
A lesson learned from ancient trees.

They ask for nothing but the sun,
A place to grow, to simply become.
And as I watch, I start to see,
A bit of that quiet grows in me.

For in the trees, I find my way,
A simple peace, a wordless stay.
A gentle song, a whispered plea,
To live as rooted, calm, and free.