Elegy of the Ancients

In twilight's hush, where forest whispers low, A gathering of giants, ancient, slow. Their wrinkled hides, like parchment worn with age, Tell tales of epochs past, on a bygone stage. The largest stands, a sentinel of old, Crowned with leaves, its wisdom to unfold. The others cluster, a familial band, Together forming a protective land. A small figure, steadfast, stands apart, A guardian, watchful, with a gentle heart. The creatures of this woodland, intertwined, In harmony, their spirits entwined. In this monochrome tableau, shades of gray, Dance with the light, in a subtle play. The artist's hand, with delicate care, Has woven a tale, beyond compare. Here, in this forest, where the wild things roam, Lies a testament to a timeless home.