Sylvan Symphony

In forests deep, where emerald giants rise, The trees stand tall, their branches reaching high, A symphony of green beneath the skies, Their silent whispers echo through the sky. Like sentinels, they guard the earth below, Their roots entwined in ancient, sacred ground, Yet mankind's greed, a relentless blow, Fells them in silence, without a sound. But in their sacrifice, a lesson clear, For trees, like humans, share a common fate, Both victims of exploitation severe, Yet both possess a beauty innate. For in their resilience, both worlds entwine, In nature's embrace, their spirits shine.