Among the whispering woods, where shadows play,
Stand the mighty trees, in stoic display.
Their roots dig deep, through earth’s embrace,
Drawing strength, from time and space.

Through storms they stand, unbowed, unbroken,
Each branch a testament, to words unspoken.
Leaves rustle tales, of ages past,
In their silent vigil, they forever last.

In summer’s heat, they offer shade,
A refuge found, where dreams are made.
In winter’s chill, they stand so tall,
Through each season, answering nature’s call.

Guardians of the forest, silent and strong,
They teach us patience, as years move along.
With every ring, a story told,
Of strength and grace, in green and gold.