In the heart of the forest, where whispers dwell,
Old trees stand tall with stories to tell.
Their leaves rustle in the gentle breeze,
Singing songs of time, with graceful ease.
Roots deep in the earth, they hold the past,
Guardians of secrets, steadfast and vast.
Their branches reach for the sky above,
A testament to strength, wisdom, and love.
In shadows they cast, cool and wide,
Sheltering creatures that softly hide.
The air is filled with a calming peace,
A sanctuary where worries cease.
Oh, ancient trees, with your timeless grace,
In your embrace, we find our place.
Let us listen to the tales you weave,
And cherish the gifts we receive.