In the heart of a tranquil grove,
Where sunlight dances on the leaves,
The gentle rustle sings a tune,
A melody the soul believes.
Where streams weave tales of time gone by,
Whispering secrets to the earth,
Each ripple holds a story dear,
Of nature’s endless, quiet mirth.
The soft embrace of mossy stones,
A cushion for the weary mind,
Here, peace resides in every breath,
A refuge where the heart can find.
In small wonders, vast worlds unfold,
In every leaf, a universe,
A gentle pause in hurried life,
Where simple joys discreetly nurse.