Amidst the whispering woods, where shadows play,
The leaves tell tales of yesteryears gone by,
A symphony of nature, in a grand ballet,
Beneath the azure canvas of the sky.

The streams, they dance with gleeful mirth,
Over pebbles, under ancient trees,
Carving paths through the emerald earth,
Singing songs with the whispering breeze.

The golden sun, it paints the land,
With hues of warmth and gentle light,
Embracing all with tender hands,
As day gives way to the starry night.

In nature’s embrace, hearts find peace,
Among the woods and rivers wide,
A timeless dance that will never cease,
Where whispers and waters gently collide.