In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
Stands a sentinel, in a timeless trance.
Roots deep in history, branches touch the sky,
The ancient trees, watching seasons pass by.

Leaves whisper secrets of ages gone,
Stories of dusk and the break of dawn.
Through summer’s heat and winter’s chill,
The trees remain, silent and still.

Beneath their boughs, life finds a way,
Creatures small and large, night and day.
A sanctuary of peace, a haven of green,
In their embrace, tranquility seen.

So let us honor these giants of old,
Their stories worth more than silver or gold.
For in their shade, we find our place,
A reminder of nature’s gentle grace.