In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The trees stand tall, silent and wise,
Their branches weaving stories untold.

Roots delve deep into the earth’s embrace,
Anchoring life through seasons’ grace,
While leaves murmur soft lullabies,
To the gentle winds that kiss the sky.

Their bark, a tapestry of time,
Etched with memories of rain and shine,
Bears witness to the passage of years,
As history whispers through rustling leaves.

In the solitude of the forest’s heart,
The trees, with dignity, play their part,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of dreams,
In their shade, life’s eternal streams.