Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunlight dances and shadows gleam,
The ancient trees stand tall and wise,
Whispering secrets to the skies.

Their roots run deep in the earth’s embrace,
Anchoring life, in this sacred place,
Each ring a tale of seasons gone by,
A living testament beneath the sky.

Leaves rustle softly in the gentle breeze,
A symphony of whispers among the trees,
They cradle the birds, the wind, the rain,
Eternal guardians of the forest’s domain.

Oh, how they stand through storm and sun,
Silent and steadfast, their duty never done,
In their shade, we find peace and rest,
The whispering guardians, nature’s very best.