In the heart of the emerald wood, where sunlight dances free,
Stand the ancient trees so tall, a timeless canopy.
Their whispers tell of ages past, and secrets of the earth,
Guardians of life and lore, they cradle every birth.

Their leaves, a symphony of green, rustle in the breeze,
Branches reach towards the sky, embracing all they see.
Roots run deep in soil rich, a network strong and wide,
Binding earth and sky as one, with strength they do abide.

Seasons change and time moves on, yet steadfast do they stand,
Witnesses to life’s great dance, they flourish in this land.
Through storms and sun, they persevere, with wisdom in their bark,
In their shade, we find our peace, a refuge from the dark.

Oh, mighty trees, with steadfast grace, you teach us how to grow,
To bend but never break in strife, in hardship still to glow.
We honor you, great sentinels, with every breath we take,
For in your arms, we find our home, and hope we will awake.