In the quiet heart of the ancient wood,
Where sunbeams dance on emerald floors,
The whispers of the forest speak,
In rustling leaves and gentle roars.

Beneath the canopy’s woven grace,
A symphony of shadows play,
As nature’s breath embraces all,
The night gives way to a golden day.

Streams of silver weave through the moss,
A melody of life, pure and bright,
Each ripple sings a timeless song,
In the serene embrace of light.

Here in the cradle of earth’s embrace,
Where time slows to a gentle pace,
We find our souls, our spirits free,
In nature’s boundless, tranquil sea.