In the forest’s gentle sigh,
Leaves rustle secrets, soft and low,
Beneath the ancient, watchful sky,
Where shadows dance, and whispers flow.

The river sings a mournful tune,
As stones remember tales untold,
Through the night, beneath the moon,
Nature’s stories silently unfold.

The wind caresses fields of gold,
Carrying whispers of the past,
In its embrace, both young and old,
Find peace in memories that last.

As life and death entwine their song,
In every breath, in every sigh,
The earth holds on, steadfast and strong,
To nature’s lullaby, a gentle goodbye.