In the heart of ancient woods, they stand so tall,
Guardians of secrets, they watch over all.
Leaves that dance with whispers in the breeze,
A symphony of stories among the trees.

Their roots dig deep, embracing the earth,
Anchors of wisdom, of life, of birth.
Branches reach out to touch the sky,
Witnesses to the ages passing by.

In autumn’s glow, they wear a golden crown,
In winter’s chill, they never frown.
Spring brings blossoms, a colorful array,
In summer’s warmth, they proudly sway.

Beneath their shade, dreams often weave,
Tales of love, of loss, of reprieve.
The whispering trees, in silence they speak,
Offering solace to the hearts that seek.