In the heart of the forest deep and old,
Where secrets and stories are silently told,
The trees stand tall, their branches wide,
Shelter for creatures they gently provide.

The leaves rustle with a soft, gentle sigh,
As the wind whispers sweet lullabies,
To the birds that nest in their towering height,
And the creatures that roam in the soft moonlight.

Roots run deep, anchoring the past,
Through seasons that change, they hold steadfast,
Witnesses to time, they silently stand,
Guardians of life in this ancient land.

Oh, if trees could speak, what tales they’d share,
Of the world below and the sky so fair,
Of the days gone by and the nights so clear,
The whispers of trees, forever dear.