In the heart of the emerald woods,
Where whispers of the winds reside,
Nature sings her ancient hymn,
In shadows where secrets hide.
The gentle rustle of the leaves,
A symphony of time untold,
Echoes through the tangled trees,
Stories of the days of old.
Beneath the canopyâs embrace,
Sunlight dances on the stream,
A tranquil world untouched by haste,
Where dreams are free to dream.
The forest holds its breath in peace,
Guarding mysteries profound,
In every breeze, a soothing voice,
In silence, beautyâs found.