Among the trees where whispers dwell,
A gentle breeze begins to tell,
Of quiet paths and moonlit streams,
Where souls are mended, hearts redeemed.
In shadows deep where sunlight plays,
The forest sings in soft arrays,
Each leaf a note, each branch a chord,
A symphony that heals the flawed.
The brook that dances over stones,
Its laughter echoes, mending bones,
Of weary travelers seeking peace,
In natureâs arms, they find release.
Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of stories told,
In every breath, a gentle balm,
Embracing hearts in soothing calm.