In the heart of the ancient wood, they stand tall,
Roots deep in earth, crowns touching the sky.
With leaves that dance to nature’s gentle call,
They tell stories of times long gone by.

Their bark, rough and weathered with age,
Shields secrets of the forest’s timeless lore.
Whispering winds turn each leaf like a page,
Revealing mysteries of yesteryears and more.

Beneath their shade, life finds its sanctuary,
Birds, beasts, and blooms in harmony reside.
Their branches cradle the sky’s airy,
Offering peace, where wild things abide.

Oh, trees, you are the silent keepers of history,
Witnesses to the rise and fall of fate.
Through seasons of joy and sorrow’s misery,
Your presence remains, steadfast and great.