In the emerald realm where the sunlight dances,
Ancient guardians stand with wisdom untold,
Their branches weave tales of time’s advances,
Rooted deep where mysteries unfold.

The whispering leaves sing of seasons past,
Of rain’s gentle touch and the sun’s warm embrace,
In their shade, shadows of memories cast,
A silent haven, a timeless space.

Their trunks bear the scars of years gone by,
Yet stand tall, resilient, reaching high,
In the rustling wind, hear their gentle sigh,
Echoes of life beneath the vast sky.

Oh, the secrets held by these towering trees,
In their presence, the soul finds peace,
With every breeze, a silent decree,
Nature’s wisdom, a serene release.