In the whisper of the ancient trees,Echoes of wisdom softly sing,Guardians of the sacred breeze,Stories of old they gently bring.Through the rivers and the plains,Their spirit dances, wild and free,In every drop of gentle rains,Lies the essence of their legacy.Their eyes have seen the rise and fall,Of moons and suns in endless skies,In their hearts, they carry the call,Of nature’s truth that never dies.Let us walk in their gentle ways,Honor the earth, the air, the seas,In unity, let our spirits praise,The timeless wisdom of the trees.