In the forest’s gentle embrace,
Tall sentinels stand in silent grace,
Their leaves whisper stories untold,
Of ancient times and secrets bold.

Roots delve deep into the earth’s core,
Binding time in a silent lore,
Branches stretch to the sky’s expanse,
In a timeless, swaying dance.

Through seasons’ change and tempest’s might,
They hold firm, a steadfast sight,
Guardians of life, they softly sing,
In every breeze, their voices ring.

Beneath their shade, life’s circle spins,
In their presence, peace begins,
A symphony of nature’s art,
In every tree, beats the world’s heart.