Amidst the rustle of ancient boughs,
Where sunlight dances and shadows bow,
The trees stand tall in solemn grace,
Guardians of secrets in their embrace.

Their roots delve deep in earthen beds,
Whispering tales of days long fled,
With leaves that sing a gentle rhyme,
Melodies woven through space and time.

In storms they sway yet never break,
Bearing the burdens the winds partake,
Their strength a testament to years gone by,
Reaching ever upwards to the sky.

Oh, towering sentinels of green,
In your shade, life finds its serene,
Beneath your branches, dreams take flight,
In your presence, day meets night.