Beneath the canopy of emerald hues,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The ancient oaks, with stories to tell,
Whisper secrets on the gentle breeze.
Their roots delve deep into the earth,
Anchored in time, holding history’s weight,
Branches stretch towards the heavens,
Embracing the skies, sealing fate.
In the quiet of the forest’s heart,
Where shadows play and echoes fade,
The trees stand tall, guardians of life,
Through seasons’ change, their strength displayed.
Listen close to the rustling leaves,
The murmurs of the forest’s soul,
For in their whispers lies the truth,
A timeless tale, a story whole.