In the heart of the whispering grove,
Where shadows dance upon the leaves,
Ancient trees stand, proud and wise,
Guardians of time, secrets they weave.
Their roots embrace the earth below,
Stories of ages they silently tell,
Leaves rustle with memories of old,
In their shade, countless dreams dwell.
The gentle sway in the evening breeze,
A symphony of nature, calm and serene,
Branches reach to touch the sky,
In their embrace, the world feels seen.
Oh, mighty trees, with endless grace,
Sheltering life beneath your boughs,
In your presence, we find our peace,
A timeless bond, forever we vow.