Whispers of the Forest

In forests deep, where silence reigns,

Stand guardians tall, with leafy manes.

Their branches reach for skies above,

Embracing Earth with steadfast love.

Oh, trees, with wisdom etched in bark,

You grace the world, a living ark.

Your rustling whispers, ancient lore,

Hold secrets of those gone before.

Through seasons' dance, you proudly stand,

Roots anchored deep in sacred land.

With every leaf that gently sways,

You paint a scene that never fades.

In your embrace, the weary find rest,

A sanctuary where souls are blessed.

O majestic trees, guardians true,

We owe our breath and life to you.