In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,Stand the whispering giants, in gentle sway.With roots deep in earth, they quietly weave,Stories of old, in the rustle of leaves.Through seasons they stand, steadfast and true,Beneath skies of gray and skies of blue.Their branches reach out, a timeless embrace,Sheltering life in their ancient grace.Each ring a chapter, each leaf a word,In a language unspoken, yet always heard.The wind is their voice, the sun their guide,In the symphony of nature, where secrets hide.Oh mighty trees, guardians of lore,Your presence a gift, forevermore.In your shade we find solace, in your strength we find peace,As you stand tall, our wonders never cease.