Albero

ALBERO

In the heart of the forest, an ancient tree stands, With roots deep in the earth and branches that reach for the sky, Whispering tales to the wind, secrets of times gone by, As leaves dance to the rhythm of the sun and rain.

Its sturdy trunk, marked by the passage of time, Is a refuge for creatures, a world in miniature, Where birds sing melodies of freedom, And squirrels play among the green boughs.

Beneath its shade, the earth breathes, A carpet of moss, flowers, and life, And the air is filled with wild scents, Of pine, of oak, of dreams untold.

The tree watches, silent and wise, The passing of seasons, the eternal cycle, And in its quiet realm, nature reveals itself, In an eternal embrace of peace and harmony.