In the quiet of the forest deep,
Where shadows play and secrets sleep,
Stand the trees with ancient grace,
Guardians of this sacred space.

With roots that grasp the earth below,
They weather storms, they bend, they grow,
Silent witnesses to time’s long flight,
Their strength endures through day and night.

Leaves whisper tales of seasons past,
Branches reach for skies so vast,
In their shade, we find our peace,
A gentle strength that will not cease.

O mighty trees, with steadfast core,
Teach us to be strong, to endure more,
In your presence, we find our way,
Guided by the strength you display.