In the heart of the ancient forest, where time stands still,
The whispering winds tell stories of old,
Dancing leaves sway to the rhythm of the breeze,
Nature’s symphony in a world of green and gold.

Sunlight filters through the towering trees,
Casting patterns on the forest floor,
Each step a gentle echo in the silence,
A journey through the whispers of yore.

The river sings a melody, clear and pure,
Its waters a mirror to the sky,
Reflecting dreams of clouds and blue,
As it journeys ever rushing by.

Here, in this sacred place of peace,
Where the soul finds solace in the wild,
Nature unfolds her timeless grace,
And the heart of the forest smiles.