In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where whispers of time softly rove,
The trees stand tall, unyielding and grand,
Guardians of earth, rooted in the land.

Their branches reach for the sky,
Kissing the clouds as they pass by,
With strength in silence, they endure,
Nature’s symphony, timeless and pure.

Through storms and sunlit days,
They hold their ground in myriad ways,
A testament to strength untold,
Stories of resilience, quietly unfold.

Beneath their shade, we find our peace,
A gentle haven where worries cease,
The trees, in strength, forever stand,
Whispering secrets of the timeless land.