Silent Sentinels
When the wind whistles,
silent sentinels,
shading thick thistles,
softly sway to the beat
Their coat of arms,
protects from harm,
the forest fauna's charm,
that rises from the heat
For they find no shade,
in forest glade, tho know,
they rise from Heaven's glow,
then they bow and retreat
They can't disguise,
under watchful eyes,
the true prize, proudly lies,
where the air is so sweet
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