In the heart of whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
Nature whispers ancient truths,
In melodies the soul believes.

A gentle breeze carries tales,
Of rivers weaving through the land,
Each ripple sings a song of time,
Crafted by nature’s gentle hand.

The chorus of the rustling leaves,
Accompanied by birds in flight,
Paints a canvas of living dreams,
Beneath the glow of twilight’s light.

In this haven of silent sound,
Where earth and sky in harmony stay,
We find our place in nature’s arms,
And let her whispers guide our way.