In the quiet grove, where whispers dwell,
Stands the ancient tree, with stories to tell.
Its roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
A testament of strength, in its steadfast grace.

Through seasons harsh, and winds that wail,
The mighty tree stands, its spirit never frail.
With branches reaching towards the skies,
It teaches courage, where fear often lies.

Leaves that dance in the golden light,
Murmur tales of endurance through the night.
In every ring, a year of trials and growth,
A symbol of resilience, unwavering oath.

In the heart of the forest, a silent guide,
The tree stands tall, with nothing to hide.
A sanctuary of strength, a beacon of peace,
In its shadow, all worries cease.