Beneath the emerald canopy high,
Where sunlight kisses leaves goodbye,
The whispering winds begin to sigh,
In rhymes that make the spirits fly.

The river’s song, a gentle stream,
Weaves tales of nature’s endless dream,
With melodies that softly gleam,
And harmonies that reign supreme.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Their petals dance with morning dews,
In colors that the heart renews,
And scents that chase away the blues.

As twilight cloaks the forest deep,
The stars above in silence keep,
A promise made in ancient sleep,
That nature’s rhymes will always seep.