In the quiet grove where the ancient trees stand tall,Whispers of the wind through their leaves call,Stories of time etched in their rugged bark,Guiding lost souls from the dawn to the dark.Beneath their branches, life’s mysteries unfold,Roots burrow deep, anchoring tales untold,Seasons dance upon the canopy’s grace,Each leaf a chapter in nature’s embrace.Their steadfast presence through storm and calm,Offers solace, a gentle, nurturing balm,A testament of strength, in silence they teach,Lessons of patience within their silent reach.As shadows lengthen, the sun dips low,The trees stand guard while life’s currents flow,In their quiet wisdom, life finds its rhyme,In their enduring shade, we discover time.