Amidst the gentle whispers of the breeze,
The ancient trees stand, steadfast and wise,
Their leaves dancing in the sunlit seas,
Reaching ever upwards to the skies.

Beneath their boughs, the shadows play,
Tales of yore in rustling leaves,
Where time’s embrace does softly stay,
In stories only nature weaves.

Their roots run deep in earth’s embrace,
Silent witnesses to ages gone,
In their bark, the marks of time’s race,
Yet still they stand at each new dawn.

Oh, mighty trees, with strength profound,
Guardians of secrets yet untold,
In your presence, serenity is found,
A testament of life, brave and bold.