In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances on emerald leaves,
A gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Of ancient roots and dreams believed.

The river sings its timeless song,
Carving paths through stone and time,
While the mountains watch, proud and strong,
Guardians of secrets sublime.

The sky adorned with hues of gold,
As the day bows to the night,
Stars emerge, stories unfold,
In the velvet cloak of twilight.

Nature’s breath, a tender embrace,
In every petal, in every stream,
A reminder of our fleeting grace,
And the beauty in every dream.