In the heart of the forest, where the whispering winds play,
Stand the mighty trees, unwavering, night and day.
Roots deep in the earth, branches high in the sky,
They tell tales of strength, reaching up so high.

Through the fiercest storms and the darkest night,
They hold their ground, a testament to might.
Leaves may fall, and branches may bend,
But their spirit remains, refusing to end.

Sunlight kisses their emerald leaves each dawn,
As they stand tall, greeting the new morn.
Their trunks are scars of battles fought and won,
Yet they remain, standing, as one.

These trees are symbols, of courage and grace,
In their steadfastness, we find our place.
For in their silent strength, we too can see,
The power within, to be wild and free.