Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The whispering forest calls to me,
With secrets only nature weaves.

Each rustling leaf, a tale to tell,
Of time and change, of earth and sky,
In this green haven, peace does dwell,
As gentle breezes softly sigh.

The river’s song, a soothing hymn,
That flows through rocky, moss-clad veins,
Reflecting skies both bright and dim,
And washing sorrows with its rains.

Here in this realm, my spirit soars,
Among the flora, free and wild,
In nature’s arms, my heart restores,
Forevermore, a woodland child.