Whispering Trees

In a quiet forest where secrets are told,
I stand tall, my branches reaching for gold.
With leaves like a whisper, I’ll tell you my tale,
A story of ages, I’ll unveil.

I am but a sentinel, rooted and wise,
A sentinel beneath the endless skies.
My roots plunge deep into the earth’s embrace,
As I stand in this tranquil, sacred space.

I’ve witnessed the seasons, their colorful dance,
I’ve felt the sun’s warmth, I’ve swayed in a trance.
The wind, it embraces me, kisses my leaves,
In whispers, its stories, it gently conceives.

Through centuries past, as empires did rise,
My branches bore witness to joy and to cries.
I’ve sheltered the creatures, from foxes to birds,
Their stories, their secrets, I’ve whispered in words.

I’ve seen lovers stroll, hand in hand,
Their love like the roots of this forested land.
I’ve seen children laugh, heard their gleeful cries,
Under my branches, they’d reach for the skies.

As seasons pass by, and years slowly fade,
I remain rooted, in the forest’s cool shade.
I’m a guardian, a sentinel, a sage of the wood,
In whispers, I’ll tell you the tales that are good.

So when next you visit this tranquil domain,
And listen closely to the wind’s sweet refrain,
Remember the trees that have stood the test,
Whispering their secrets, in nature’s grand quest.