In the quiet heart of the forest deep,
Where shadows and sunlight gently seep,
Stand the ancient trees, tall and wise,
Their branches reaching towards the skies.

With roots that anchor to the earth’s core,
They hold secrets of ages, tales of yore,
Whispering wisdom to those who near,
In rustling leaves, their voices clear.

Through seasons of life, they stand so strong,
Witnessing nature’s symphony all along,
From the first light of dawn to twilight’s grace,
They mark the passage of time and space.

Oh, to be as steadfast as these mighty trees,
Embracing change with unwavering ease,
In their presence, a comfort we find,
The whispering wisdom of trees, so kind.