In the gentle sway of the whispering trees,
The forest breathes in soft melodies,
Leaves dance in the golden light,
Weaving dreams in the heart of night.
A river winds through the emerald land,
Carving stories in the soft, silken sand,
Its song a lullaby to the waking dawn,
A timeless tale forever drawn.
Mountains rise with a silent grace,
Guardians of this sacred place,
Their ancient whispers fill the air,
A testament to timeâs endless care.
In fields where wildflowers bloom,
Nature paints with vibrant hues,
A tapestry of life anew,
A world reborn in morningâs dew.