Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
The ancient trees in silence sway,
Their whispering leaves tell tales untold,
Of seasons past and stories old.
Roots that delve into the earth’s deep core,
Holding secrets of the forest floor,
Through whispers soft and rustling breeze,
They share their wisdom with the trees.
Their branches reach towards the sky,
Embracing stars as night draws nigh,
In the moonlightâs gentle, silvery glow,
They dance in rhythms soft and slow.
O guardians of the forest green,
With your leaves of emerald sheen,
Your timeless presence, calm and grand,
A testament to nature’s hand.