In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
The trees stand tall, in a gentle sway.
Their roots dig deep, in the earth’s embrace,
Guardians of time, in their ancient space.

Leaves rustle softly, in a whispered song,
Tales of the ages, where they belong.
Beneath their boughs, the world feels still,
A silent sanctuary, on a sunlit hill.

Cloaked in green, they rise with grace,
A testament to life, in their sacred place.
Branches reaching for the sky,
Silent witnesses as years rush by.

In their shade, dreams take flight,
A realm of peace, away from night.
The trees, our gentle, steadfast friends,
In their presence, the soul mends.