In a forest where the whispering winds reside, 
Two trees stood tall, side by side. 
Their branches reached out, fingers intertwined, 
A dance of shadows, a love so refined. 

Leaves fluttered gently, like soft-spoken words, 
Each rustle a secret, a song of the birds. 
Golden in autumn, they painted the ground, 
A tapestry woven, where hearts can be found. 

Through storms they would sway, resilient and free, 
Roots deep in the soil, as strong as can be. 
In spring, they would blossom, a vibrant display, 
A promise of life in the warmth of the day. 

As the summer sun kissed their emerald dress, 
They sheltered each other, a tender caress. 
In the cycle of seasons, their love would endure, 
A bond like the forest, steadfast and pure. 

So let us be trees, with our leaves intertwined, 
In the shade of our love, may we always find, 
A sanctuary warm, where the world fades away, 
Together, forever, come what may.