In the heart of emerald dreams we tread,
Where sunlight dances on the forest floor,
Whispers of leaves in the gentle breeze,
Guide our souls through nature’s open door.

The symphony of birds sings overhead,
A melody woven with the rustling trees,
Each step a note in this endless song,
Echoing through the woodland seas.

Moss-kissed stones beneath our wandering feet,
Tell tales of ages old and stories vast,
In every shadow and every ray,
The present meets the echoes of the past.

As twilight dips its brush in hues of gold,
The path ahead glows soft with evening’s grace,
We walk as one with the world around,
In this sacred, timeless, tranquil place.