In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
Nature’s secrets softly spoken,
In the language of the trees.

The river sings its ancient song,
A melody of timeless grace,
Flowing through the stones and roots,
In this enchanting, sacred place.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
A tapestry of life unfurled,
Each petal tells a tale of time,
In the garden of this world.

As evening falls and stars appear,
The forest rests in moonlight’s glow,
A gentle hush descends the land,
In nature’s embrace, all spirits grow.