In the heart of the ancient forest, where shadows softly play,
The whispering pines sing secrets of the day.
Their emerald needles glisten in the gentle morning dew,
As golden rays of sunlight weave the world anew.

Beneath the canopy, the earth breathes a timeless song,
Where the river’s gentle murmur carries tales along.
The rustling leaves dance with the passing breeze,
In a waltz of nature’s grace, a moment of serene ease.

The mountain’s silhouette stands bold against the sky,
Guarding dreams and stories of the days gone by.
Clouds drift lazily, painting shadows on the ground,
In this tranquil paradise, peace is truly found.

As twilight falls, the stars begin to shine,
A celestial dance above the ancient pine.
Nature’s lullaby whispers through the night,
Cradling the world in its gentle, endless light.