In the heart of the ancient forest’s embrace,
Where whispers of time gently trace,
The dance of shadows beneath the trees,
Sings the song of the wandering breeze.

Emerald leaves weave a tapestry bright,
Catching fragments of golden light,
As streams of silver softly flow,
Carrying tales of long ago.

The symphony of life in harmonious play,
Awakens the dawn of a new day,
With each rustle and gentle sigh,
A world of wonder beneath the sky.

Here in the depths where secrets lie,
Where nature’s voice begins to fly,
The forest stands in timeless grace,
A living poem, a sacred space.