In the quiet of the forest deep,
Where ancient trees their secrets keep,
Whispering leaves in a gentle breeze,
Tell tales of time among the trees.

Beneath their boughs, the shadows play,
Dancing lights in a sunlit ray,
Roots entwined in earth’s embrace,
Holding stories of this place.

Seasons pass, and winds may change,
Yet steadfast, trees remain,
Guardians of the land so old,
Silent watchers, strong and bold.

So let us honor every tree,
For in their presence, we are free,
To dream, to breathe, to find our peace,
In the whispers of the ancient trees.