Permanent Change

These trees reaching up so high
Branches almost touch the sky.
Circling me just like a bee
So many wonderful things to see.
Twisting, twirling, these branches go
Making you seem so very low. 
Leaves green, trunks dark 
Shiver when you knock on the bark. 
Silence only answers back;
Everything is deepest black.
Most people seem to pass on by
Animals hiding, just too shy.
Yet the birds still sing
As if they are kings.
Inside the trunk, enter an abyss
With a new tree a story you cannot miss,
Some through fires, some through storms, 
Damage they seem to repair and reform.
Days go by, the world keeps spinning
Will the forest ever be as it was in the beginning?