In the heart of an ancient grove,
Where sunlight dances with the leaves,
A gentle breeze whispers secrets untold,
Among the shadows the forest weaves.

Emerald canopies cradle the sky,
While golden beams play hide and seek,
Nature’s tapestry woven high,
In silence, the woodland speaks.

Moss carpets the forest floor,
Soft as a dreamer’s sigh,
Where every step reveals more,
Of earth’s gentle lullaby.

Echoes of birds in joyous flight,
Paint the air with songs of grace,
In this realm of pure delight,
Time slows its relentless pace.