In the heart of the forest deep and old,
Stand the trees, their stories told.
Roots entwined in earth’s embrace,
Leaves whisper secrets to the sky’s face.

Beneath their shade, life finds its way,
A dance of shadows, sun, and play.
Branches reaching, dreams they weave,
In the wind, their voices grieve.

Seasons pass, yet they remain,
Witnesses to joy and pain.
Silent guardians, steadfast and true,
In their presence, time renews.

Oh, ancient trees, with wisdom grand,
Teach us to understand,
That life is fleeting, yet profound,
In your presence, peace is found.