In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where sunlight softly weaves,
The whispering trees tell tales of old,
Of life that never leaves.

Each leaf a story, each branch a dream,
Of seasons passing by,
The roots reach deep, the canopies gleam,
Beneath the endless sky.

In storms they sway, in calm they stand,
A testament to time,
With every breeze, they lend a hand,
To nature’s gentle rhyme.

O trees of life, in silent grace,
You cradle earth and sky,
In your embrace, we find our place,
As life and time pass by.