In the heart of the ancient forest, whispers softly flow,
A melody of secrets, only the wise trees know.
The rustling leaves, a chorus in the breeze,
Singing songs of time, with effortless ease.

Rivers carve their stories on the earth’s embrace,
Reflecting the skies, in a tranquil grace.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Witnessing the dance, as clouds drift by.

The flowers bloom, in colors so divine,
Painting the meadows, in a spectrum line.
Each petal whispers, tales of the sun,
Embracing the dawn, when the day’s begun.

Under the moon’s gentle, silver light,
The world sleeps, in the blanket of night.
Stars twinkle softly, in the velvet sky,
Mother Nature’s lullaby, as dreams fly high.