In the whispering woods, where time stands still,The trees rise tall, with a quiet will.Their roots run deep beneath the earth,Nurturing life, giving strength its birth.Through storms and sun, they sway and bend,Yet never break, they stand till the end.With leaves that dance in the gentle breeze,They tell stories of strength with such ease.Their bark bears scars of battles fought,Yet each mark is a lesson taught.In silence, they teach us to endure,With patience and grace, ever pure.Oh mighty trees, guardians of the land,In your shadow, we learn to stand.Your strength, a beacon, guiding the way,In your presence, we find our stay.