In the heart of the ancient forest’s grace,
Where whispers of time leave a gentle trace,
Beneath the canopy’s emerald embrace,
Nature’s harmony finds its place.

Streams cascade with a silver sheen,
Weaving through a tapestry of green,
As sunlight filters through leaves unseen,
Painting shadows in a serene scene.

Birds sing a melody pure and clear,
Echoing through the atmosphere,
Their notes a reminder, ever near,
Of the beauty that we hold dear.

Amidst the silence and the song,
The forest stands ancient and strong,
A sanctuary where we belong,
In nature’s arms, where we are lifelong.