In the heart where giants once stood tall,
A silence now whispers through the vacant hall.
The echoes of leaves, a haunting refrain,
A memory of green, lost in life’s disdain.

Branches reach for a sky they no longer know,
Roots untangle, searching where to grow.
The soil, once rich with tales untold,
Now speaks in whispers, of dreams turned cold.

The creatures that danced in moonlit grace,
Now shadows that haunt this barren space.
Their songs of joy, now faded and frail,
Carried away by an unforgiving gale.

Yet hope clings to the morning’s light,
A whisper of dawn in the endless night.
For even as the forest fades from sight,
Nature dreams of reclaiming her right.