Beneath the sprawling emerald leaves,
The whispers of the ancient trees,
Tell tales of dawns and dusks unseen,
In shadows soft, where time convenes.

The gentle breeze, a sweet caress,
Through branches high, in soft finesse,
It sings a song of earth and sky,
Where clouds and dreams together fly.

The river flows with silver grace,
Reflecting light in its embrace,
It dances over stones and roots,
In harmony with nature’s flutes.

At twilight, stars begin to gleam,
As night descends with quiet dream,
A canvas wide, where stories blend,
In nature’s arms, where hearts mend.