We live amongst giants, of the friendliest sort. Beneath their open arms, our ancestors taught.
They kept us cool, in the midday sun. And carried us high, for hours of fun.
Granting us gifts, with no hope of return. Fruits and nuts! and wood to burn.
Their generosity endless, it surely did seem. Man and tree, an unstoppable team.
Thick trunks sunk deep, line a fort atop a hill. Protecting it’s defenders, from all manner of ill.
Great English archers, with longbows of yew. Strong steady arms, with aims trained true.
Slick oaken galleys, breaking the waves. Creaking and groaning, with curved wooden staves.
Magna Carta signed in ink, a temple of peace, a place to stop and to think.
Atop their bones, two brothers learned to fly. First the wheel and then, to the sky!
A tree may live a thousand years, a silent witness to laughs and tears.
My grandad stood, beneath this wood. So did yours, our children could.
Gods stand with us, a familiar sight. Quietly watching, our day become night.
Their fight is ours, destinies entwined. An ancient debt, owed by all mankind.