Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where whispers of the wind are serene,
The forest breathes a timeless grace,
In this sacred, untouched place.
Rivers weave through ancient stone,
Singing songs of lands unknown,
Their melody a soothing balm,
In natureâs embrace, we find calm.
Mountains stand with silent pride,
Guardians of the earth, they abide,
Cloaked in mist, with peaks so high,
Reaching out to kiss the sky.
In the heart of nature’s song,
We find a place where we belong,
A symphony of life and lore,
Forevermore, forevermore.