Beneath the emerald canopy they stand,
Guardians of the earth and sky,
Their whispers carried on the gentle breeze,
Telling tales of times gone by.

Roots delve deep into the soil below,
Embracing secrets of ancient lore,
While branches reach for the heavenly light,
A bridge between earth and more.

Leaves dance with the rhythm of the wind,
Murmuring songs of life and dreams,
As the sun weaves patterns through their boughs,
A tapestry of golden beams.

In the forest’s heart, they quietly reside,
Silent witnesses to the ages’ flow,
Standing tall with wisdom untold,
Guardians of the world we know.