In the heart of ancient woods so deep,
Mother Nature lays her secrets to keep.
Whispering winds through the leaves do weave,
Stories of old, in silent reprieve.

The rivers run with memories vast,
Of mountains high and shadows cast.
Beneath the surface, life does bloom,
In every corner, an endless room.

The sky at dusk, a crimson hue,
Holds the promise of the morning dew.
Stars above, in silent grace,
Reflect the beauty of this sacred place.

Oh, Mother Nature, gentle and wild,
In your embrace, we are but a child.
Teach us your wisdom, your endless lore,
So we may cherish you forever more.