In the heart of the ancient wood, where shadows softly play,
The whispers of the trees tell tales of a forgotten day.
Leaves rustle in the gentle breeze, a symphony of time,
As sunlight dances through the boughs, creating patterns sublime.

The river sings its endless song, a melody so clear,
Reflecting skies of azure blue, where dreams and hopes appear.
Stones beneath the water’s edge, worn smooth by nature’s hand,
Speak of journeys long and vast across this timeless land.

A chorus of the feathered choir, their voices pure and free,
Serenades the waking morn from every branch and tree.
Their harmony, a gentle call to rise and greet the day,
As golden rays of dawn’s embrace chase the night away.

In this sacred realm of life, where every breath’s a gift,
The essence of the earth and sky in perfect balance shift.
Here, amid the woodland’s heart, where time itself stands still,
We find the solace and the peace that only nature can fulfill.