Whispering Giants

In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,

The trees stand tall, in silent array.

Their roots dig deep, in the earth’s embrace,

Their branches reach to touch the sky’s face.

The oak, the pine, the cedar, the fir,

Each with a story, each with a whisper.

They speak of time, of seasons past,

Of winds that blow, of shadows cast.

The leaves, they dance in the morning light,

A symphony of green, a pure delight.

They shelter the birds, the beasts, the bees,

A world alive beneath the trees.

The forest breathes with ancient grace,

A sanctuary, a sacred place.

Where life begins, and life will end,

In the arms of trees, our truest friend.

They weather storms, they brave the cold,

In silence, they watch the world unfold.

And in their presence, we find our peace,

A moment of stillness, a sweet release.

For in the forest, where the trees reside,

We find a world where life’s roots abide.

A place of magic, a place of rest,

In the company of trees, we are truly blessed.