The Magic Tree

In a quiet corner, where shadows play,

Stands a magic tree, come night or day.

Its branches reach out, like arms to hold,

Stories of tales, both new and old.

Birds perch high, singing tunes so sweet,

Their melodies making hearts skip a beat.

Squirrels scamper, in playful delight,

Chasing dreams, in the soft moonlight.

Children gather, beneath its shade,

Whispering wishes, hopes displayed.

With every leaf, a secret it shares,

Of sunny days and answered prayers.

The tree stands tall, through storms and sun,

A symbol of life, of battles won.

For in its roots, deep and wide,

Lies the strength, of nature's pride.