In ancient forests tall and grand,
The whispering giants firmly stand.
Their branches weave a timeless tale,
Of strength and grace that never pale.

Beneath their shade, the world feels still,
A sanctuary against the chill.
With roots deep set in earthen crust,
These trees are guardians we trust.

The oak, the pine, the mighty sequoia,
Each one a testament to nature’s euphoria.
Their leaves, a canopy of green,
A living tapestry serene.

So let us honor these ancient trees,
Protect their legacy, if you please.
For in their presence, we find peace,
And hope that their wisdom may never cease.