In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Stand the ancient trees, wise and gray.
Their roots delve deep, secrets they keep,
Whispering tales of time in sleep.

Leaves rustle gently, a soft lullaby,
To the creatures below and birds in the sky.
Through seasons they stand, a testament grand,
To nature’s enduring, nurturing hand.

Branches embrace the sun’s warm gleam,
Casting a canopy, a dream within a dream.
Each ring in their core, a story, a lore,
Of years gone by and the ones before.

Oh, to be like the trees, steadfast and free,
Grounded in earth, yet reaching for eternity.
They teach us to grow, to bend but not break,
In their silent wisdom, our spirits awake.