Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where sunlight dances and shadows weave,
The ancient trees stand tall and grand,
Guardians of this verdant land.

Their roots delve deep into the earth,
Anchored firm since time’s own birth,
Each ring a story, each bough a tale,
Of whispered secrets in the forest’s veil.

Leaves rustle softly, a gentle hymn,
To nature’s beauty and life’s own rhythm,
A symphony of green, a tranquil breeze,
Serenades sung by these timeless trees.

In their shade, we find our peace,
A moment’s rest, a soul’s release,
The trees, eternal and wise they stand,
Silent witnesses in this vast land.