The Guardians of the Earth

The Guardians of the Earth
by Keaton Foster



In silent groves where shadows play,
Tall trees endure through night and day.
Their whispers ride the wandering breeze,
A timeless tale beneath the leaves.

Roots delve deep in ancient ground,
Through seasons’ toil, forever bound.
They drink the earth, they kiss the sky,
A living bridge where spirits fly.

In spring, they don a cloak of green,
A vibrant dance, a verdant scene.
Blossoms flare to banish strife,
Renewing hope, igniting life.

Summer weaves a leafy shade,
Where youthful hearts have laughed and played.
Branches reach in warm embrace,
A sanctuary, a sacred space.

Autumn’s touch sets boughs afire,
In hues that every soul inspire.
A fleeting blaze, both fierce and bright,
A glorious fall before the night.

Winter strips them stark and bare,
Yet still they stand, a beauty rare.
Strength lies etched in silent form,
A vow upheld through cold and storm.

They guard the earth, these sentinels old,
Each ring a tale of years untold.
Through birth and loss, they’ve watched it all,
A quiet witness to life’s sprawl.

O trees, you poets’ timeless muse,
In nature’s realm, you never lose.
With every bough and leaf unfurled,
You root us to the living world.

In your shade, we find our peace,
A steady strength, a sweet release.
In forests deep or standing free,
The heart comes home beneath a tree.


Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2025