In the heart of the ancient forest, I wander,
Beneath the canopy where sunlight dances,
Whispers of the leaves, like secrets shared,
A symphony of life, in nature’s tender care.

Soft moss cushions my every step,
A carpet of green, a tranquil bed,
The scent of pine, the earthy musk,
In the grove, my spirit is fed.

Birds sing melodies, pure and sweet,
Their tunes, a balm to the weary heart,
Streams murmur tales of distant lands,
In this haven, sorrows depart.

Evening falls with a golden hue,
Stars emerge, the night’s gentle embrace,
In this serene, sacred space,
I find peace, a timeless grace.