In the forest, where the shadows play,
The ancient trees stand tall and wise,
Their branches whispering secrets of old,
Beneath the ever-changing skies.

Roots dig deep into the earth,
Drawing strength from times gone by,
Leaves unfurl in the morning sun,
Reaching upwards, towards the sky.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Spring’s renewal, autumn’s grace,
Through it all, the trees remain,
A testament to life’s embrace.

In their presence, we find peace,
A reminder of our place in time,
For like the trees, we too must grow,
And find our strength from roots entwined.