The emerald trees in silent grandeur stand,
Their jeweled leaves a canopy of light,
A whispered song of nature’s gentle hand,
That weaves through day and cradles soft the night.
Each bough a brushstroke, verdant, bold, and free,
In sunlight’s glow, they shimmer like the sea,
A tide of green where shadows dance and play,
A living art no mortal could decree.
Their roots entwine the earth in deep embrace,
A timeless bond through seasons’ ceaseless flight,
They hold the wind, the rain, the sky’s wide grace,
And gift the world a canopy of might.
Oh, emerald trees, your beauty reigns so grand,
All praise to God, who shaped you by His hand.