Beneath the canopy of ancient green,
Where shadows dance and sunlight gleams,
The trees whisper secrets of times unseen,
In their silent, timeless dreams.

Their roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
Holding stories of old in their rustic grace,
Each ring a testament to years gone by,
As they reach for the endless sky.

Leaves flutter like whispers in the breeze,
Telling tales of seasons with such ease,
From the heat of summer to winter’s chill,
They stand resilient, proud, and still.

In their branches, life finds a home,
From birds that sing to squirrels that roam,
The trees, they hold the world together,
Guardians of nature, now and forever.