In the heart of the forest, where silence reigns,
The whispering pines sing their ancient refrains.
Each leaf a note in a symphonic dance,
Telling tales of old, given the chance.
Shadows stretch long as the sun dips low,
Painting the earth with a golden glow.
The breeze carries secrets, soft and sweet,
As nature’s choir performs a gentle feat.
Rivers weave through like silver threads,
Reflecting dreams the twilight spreads.
Stars begin their watchful gaze,
Illuminating paths with their soft embrace.
The moon rises with a knowing smile,
Watching over the forest mile by mile.
In this tranquil realm where spirits soar,
Nature whispers tales forevermore.