Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers softly glide,
Leaves murmur secrets in the silent, gentle tide.
Sunlight dances through branches, weaving golden lace,
A tapestry of dreams in nature’s warm embrace.
Rivers carve their stories in the earth’s tender skin,
Singing songs of ages past, where life shall begin.
Stones hold the echoes of time’s unyielding flow,
Guardians of memories, in their silent glow.
The wind carries tales from distant, far-off shores,
Breathing life into the land, opening hidden doors.
Mountains stand as sentinels, watching over all,
Their majestic silence, a timeless, ancient call.
In the heart of nature’s symphony, we find our place,
Lost in the gentle rhythms of her eternal grace.
Embrace the whispers of the forest, wild and free,
For in her arms, we discover our true legacy.