Amidst the rustling leaves, a whisper calls,
A gentle breeze that dances through the pines,
The forest hums with secrets, ancient walls,
Where time stands still and nature intertwines.

Beneath the emerald canopy, shadows play,
Sunlight dapples on the forest floor,
The scent of earth and pine in sweet array,
A haven where the soul can soar once more.

Streams weave through moss-clad stones, a silver thread,
Their murmurs blend with songs of birds on high,
In nature’s sanctuary, fears are shed,
And worries with the falling leaves do fly.

Here, in the heart of nature’s grand embrace,
We find a peace that modern life denies,
A timeless bond with earth’s eternal grace,
Beneath the boundless, ever-changing skies.