In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where sunlight dances through the trees,
A gentle breeze whispers secrets low,
In a language only nature knows.

The river sings a timeless song,
Its melody a sweet embrace,
Echoing through the valley wide,
In harmony with the rustling leaves.

Mountains stand as silent guards,
Cloaked in mist, majestic and true,
Their peaks touching the endless sky,
Witnesses to time’s gentle flow.

As stars alight the velvet night,
Nature’s breath becomes a lullaby,
In every whisper, every sigh,
The poetry of the earth comes alive.