In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dapples and time withstood,
The trees sing songs of ancient lore,
As roots embrace the forest floor.

The river flows with gentle might,
Reflecting stars in the quiet night,
Its waters dance to nature’s tune,
Beneath the gaze of the watching moon.

Bees hum a melody sweet and low,
As flowers bloom and gently grow,
Their vibrant hues a sight to see,
In this world of endless harmony.

Mountains stand with silent grace,
Guardians of this sacred place,
Where every breeze and rustling leaf,
Whispers tales beyond belief.