In the heart of the forest, time stands still,
As ancient trees whisper secrets to the breeze.
Their roots delve deep, embracing the earth,
While leaves dance in the sunlight’s tender tease.

Sentinels of silence, they guard the land,
With branches reaching for the endless skies.
In their shade, the world finds solace sweet,
A haven where the soul’s true freedom lies.

Each ring tells tales of seasons long gone by,
Of storms weathered and gentle rains that fell.
Their bark bears marks of nature’s gentle hand,
A tapestry of life they silently retell.

So let us cherish these giants of the green,
For in their presence, we find our own peace.
A reminder of the beauty life can hold,
In their embrace, all worldly worries cease.