In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Whispering pines sing an ancient song;
Leaves rustle softly in the gentle sway,
Nature’s voice soothes, where we belong.

The river’s laughter, a silvery stream,
Dancing over stones in joyous delight;
Moonlight kisses the water’s gleam,
Weaving dreams in the still of night.

Mountains rise, majestic and grand,
Guardians of secrets, timeless and old;
Snow-capped peaks in a frosted land,
Tales of wonder in whispers told.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
The earth breathes with a steady grace;
Harmony in every hue,
Nature’s embrace, a serene space.