In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Stand the whispering giants, ancient and gray.
With roots deep in earth, and branches to sky,
They hold the secrets of eons gone by.
Leaves that flutter in the softest of breeze,
Singing songs of wisdom among the trees.
Their stories echo through time’s endless stream,
In sunlightâs dance and moon’s gentle gleam.
Bark rugged and worn, yet full of grace,
Marking the passage of time’s tender trace.
Each ring a chapter, each knot a tale,
Of life’s great journey, through storm and gale.
The whispering giants, guardians so true,
Watching over the forest, its skies, and dew.
In their embrace, we find solace and peace,
A timeless sanctuary where worries cease.