Underneath the emerald canopy, a world unfolds,
Where whispers of the ancient trees, their stories told.
Roots entwined in earth’s embrace, a silent song,
Of years gone by, of right and wrong.

Leaves that dance in the gentle breeze,
Murmurs of wisdom, carried with such ease.
Shadows cast on forest floors, a tranquil peace,
In the arms of nature, all worries cease.

Branches stretch towards the azure sky,
A testament to perseverance, reaching high.
Seasons change, yet they remain,
Guardians of the wild, through sun and rain.

Oh, to be like these steadfast trees,
Standing tall amidst life’s ebbs and decrees.
In their presence, one finds solace and might,
As the whispers of the ancient trees ignite.