In the heart of the forest, where the sunlight dances,
A symphony of whispers, in nature’s vast expanses.
Leaves rustle softly, like secrets in the wind,
While flowers bloom brightly, their colors never dimmed.

Rivers flow gently, with melodies of old,
Reflecting the skies in shades of silver and gold.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the earth,
Their peaks touching heavens, in silent re-birth.

The chirping of birds, a chorus in the trees,
Serenading the morning with the softest of pleas.
The scent of fresh rain, the kiss of the dew,
Nature’s embrace, so pure and true.

As twilight descends, with hues of lavender and rose,
The earth whispers softly, a gentle repose.
Stars begin to twinkle, in the canvas above,
A testament to nature’s infinite love.