In the heart of the silent forest,
Where sunlight dances with the leaves,
The ancient trees stand tall and proud,
Whispering secrets of yesteryears.

Their roots delve deep into the earth,
Embracing the stories untold,
While their branches reach for the heavens,
Cradling dreams in their gentle hold.

Through seasons’ change and tempest’s roar,
They stand as guardians of the past,
Watching over the fleeting moments,
As shadows and light are cast.

O, trees, with your timeless grace,
You teach us patience, strength, and peace,
In your presence, we find solace,
In your whispers, our souls find release.