Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where emerald whispers in the breeze,
The forest sings its timeless song,
A melody where hearts belong.

In fields where wildflowers bloom,
Green hues dispel the darkest gloom,
Nature’s palette, rich and bright,
Paints a world of pure delight.

The rivers flow with crystal grace,
Reflecting skies in green embrace,
Each ripple tells a tale of old,
Of lands where stories are untold.

Under the moon’s gentle gleam,
The world of green begins to dream,
A sanctuary so profound,
Where peace and solace can be found.