In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
The symphony of whispers, a timeless trance.
Leaves rustle secrets to the morning breeze,
As sunlight filters through the ancient trees.

Rivers compose melodies, gentle and free,
Carving their tales to the embracing sea.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the skies,
Their peaks touch clouds, where the eagle flies.

The meadow blooms in a palette of hues,
Flowers sway softly, kissed by morning’s dew.
Nature’s canvas, painted with tender care,
Each stroke a testament to beauty rare.

Under the moon’s watchful, silvery gaze,
The night awakens in a starry blaze.
Crickets sing lullabies, the world in tune,
A harmony born beneath the glowing moon.