In the silence of the ancient wood,
Where sunlight dances on emerald leaves,
The trees stand tall, in quietude,
Their stories whispered in the breeze.

Beneath their branches, shadows play,
As roots delve deep into the earth’s embrace,
Holding secrets of a thousand days,
In their steadfast, unwavering grace.

Seasons change, yet they remain,
Witnesses to the world’s gentle strife,
Lifting arms to sun and rain,
Breathing life into the air of life.

Oh, the wisdom they silently share,
In rustling leaves and creaking boughs,
A timeless presence, always there,
Offering peace beneath their ancient crowns.