In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The ancient trees share their secrets,
In a language only the wind perceives.

The stream flows with a gentle hum,
A melody of life and dreams,
Reflecting the sky’s azure hues,
As it weaves through nature’s seams.

The flowers bloom in silent grace,
Their colors painting the forest floor,
Each petal a story of growth,
And the promise of something more.

Under the canopy’s emerald shade,
Where shadows play and creatures roam,
The whispering woods sing their song,
A timeless ode to their eternal home.