Beneath the ancient pines,
Where shadows softly dance,
The whispering winds sing
A song of wild romance.
Silent streams meander,
Through meadows bathed in gold,
Reflecting skies of azure,
Nature’s story unfolds.
Leaves rustle in the twilight,
Crickets serenade the night,
Stars adorn the heavens,
In a tapestry of light.
In this realm of calm,
Where time gently flows,
Nature speaks in whispers,
And the soul forever glows.