Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves, they stand tall,A sanctuary of wisdom, where old stories call.In the heart of the forest, beneath a sunlit sky,The trees hold secrets as the years drift by.Roots deep in the earth, branches reaching high,They cradle the winds and kiss the clouds that fly.Their bark tells tales of seasons come and gone,Silent witnesses to the dawn.In autumn’s embrace, they wear a fiery crown,In winter’s chill, they hum a quiet, soft sound.Spring breathes life into their emerald dreams,Summer dances on their sunlit beams.Oh, the trees, steadfast through time’s endless scroll,Guardians of life, they nurture the soul.In their shade, we find a place to ponder,A refuge of peace, a realm of wonder.