Beneath the canopy wide and vast,
Where sunlight dances, shadows cast,
The trees stand tall, their stories told,
In whispers soft, in leaves of gold.

Their roots embrace the earth below,
Anchored deep where secrets grow,
Through seasons’ change, they silently sway,
Guardians of the night and day.

In autumn’s breath, they wear a crown,
Of fiery hues, red, yellow, brown,
A fleeting beauty, a transient grace,
Yet timeless in their rooted place.

Oh, ancient giants, steadfast and true,
What wisdom lies within your view?
In every ring, a year, a tale,
Of storms endured, of gentle gale.