Beneath the ancient boughs, in twilight’s gentle glow,
The forest breathes a song, where whispering winds do flow.
Each leaf a silent note, in nature’s vast embrace,
A symphony of green, in this sacred, tranquil place.

The stream that dances free, with laughter pure and bright,
Reflects the golden hues, of fading evening light.
It winds through mossy banks, with tales of distant lands,
And carries dreams anew, within its tender hands.

The moon ascends the sky, a guardian of the night,
And stars like fireflies, begin their gentle flight.
The forest hums with life, a nocturne soft and deep,
As creatures great and small, in shadows start to creep.

Oh, nature’s timeless dance, a ballet of the earth,
In every rustling leaf, a story finds its birth.
Forever it endures, this grand, eternal rhyme,
A testament to life, through every age and time.