The Secret Language of Trees

In forests deep and olden,

Where mossy roots do lay,

There's a whispering language spoken,

By the trees, day by day.



With branches reaching high,

And roots deep in the ground,

They sing a song to the sky,

A symphony of sound.

They rustle in the breeze,

And creak in winter's chill,

Their leaves a thousand keys,

Unlocking nature's will.

They talk of sun and rain,

And the cycle of the years,

Of joy and loss and pain,

And the passing of our fears.

Their secrets we may never know,

Their words forever out of reach,

Yet their language they will always show,

To those who listen, and seek.

For the trees are wise and old,

Their knowledge deep and true,

And in their stories we behold,

A world that's always new.

So listen to the forest's voice,

And let the trees impart,

Their secrets, hidden and poised,

In the secret language of the heart.