In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Our stories linger on the breeze.
Through time and space, we weave,
A tapestry of what we believe.

The seeds we plant in youthful days,
Grow into forests, in myriad ways.
Each action, word, and gentle touch,
Shapes the world, and means so much.

When our voices fade into the night,
The echoes stay, a guiding light.
For those who follow in our wake,
Our legacy is theirs to take.

So let us live with hearts so true,
That in our wake, the world renew.
With love and courage as our guide,
Our legacy will never hide.