Beneath the emerald canopy so deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
The whispers of the trees unfold,
A tale of life, both young and old.

The river’s song, a gentle sigh,
Carries the dreams of those who lie,
In nature’s arms, their souls at rest,
In her embrace, forever blessed.

The flowers bloom and fade away,
A cycle endless in its sway,
From death to life, the seasons turn,
With every leaf, a lesson learned.

So let us walk the forest floor,
And listen to its ancient lore,
For in the silence, we may find,
The bridge between our hearts and time.