In the heart of the whispering woods,
Stand the ancient trees, tall and proud,
Their stories etched in rings of time,
Guardians of secrets, under the shroud.

Roots deep in the earth’s embrace,
Leaves dancing with the gentle breeze,
They tell tales of ages past,
In silent symphonies among the trees.

Sunlight weaves through branches high,
Casting patterns on the forest floor,
A tapestry of light and shadow,
Nature’s art forevermore.

With every rustle, a story unfolds,
Of life, of growth, of resilience strong,
In the quiet presence of these giants,
We find a place where we belong.