In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Ancient trees stand tall, their roots intertwined,
Whispering tales of yesteryears, of night and day,
Their leaves a tapestry, a story unlined.

Beneath the canopy, the sunlight dances,
Casting golden hues on emerald green,
Each leaf a note in nature’s symphony,
A melody pure, serene, unseen.

The wind carries secrets, soft and low,
Through branches thick, and whispers grow,
A conversation with the earth below,
In a language only the plants know.

In this green sanctuary, time stands still,
Life’s essence in every leaf and frond,
A reminder of nature’s enduring will,
And the timeless bond of which we are fond.