The soldiers

They stood at the edge of the hill
The century long warriors
The trees have guarded the hill,
Their heart and their soul.
They stand without the fear
For anything or anyone.

Have you visited the deep woods
By the edge of the hill
And wondered why they are lush?
Have you heard the whispering
In the woods by the unseen souls
Of those dead long time ago?

The most revered among the hills
Has the species of nowhere else!
Dare would any man enter
The woods with irreverence?
The living woods of the earth
Hidden from human eyes.