Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where ancient trees in silence lean,
The Black Forest whispers tales untold,
Of secrets hidden, brave and bold.
Through winding paths where shadows play,
And sunlight dances in a golden spray,
The heart of Germany, wild and free,
A symphony of natureâs decree.
Rivers weave through valleys deep,
In tranquil flows, a gentle sweep,
Echoes of time in the rustling leaves,
A legacy that never grieves.
As twilight falls, a serene embrace,
Stars emerge in the velvet space,
The Black Forest, a timeless song,
Where natureâs spirits all belong.