In the heart of the emerald forest,
Where sunlight dances on leaves,
A symphony of whispers echoes,
As the gentle breeze weaves.
The river sings its ancient song,
Carving tales in the stones it meets,
While the flowers bloom in silent grace,
Painting the earth with colors sweet.
Mountains stand as timeless guardians,
Veiled in mist, serene and grand,
Their silent strength a gentle reminder,
Of nature’s ever-nurturing hand.
As twilight wraps the world in gold,
The stars awaken with a tender glow,
And in this moment, pure and true,
The beauty of nature softly unfolds.