Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where sunlight weaves its golden threads,
The forest breathes in gentle sighs,
A secret world where silence spreads.

Moss carpets the ancient floor,
Whispering tales of times long past,
Each tree a sentinel of lore,
In shadows deep, their stories cast.

Streams murmur through the hidden glades,
With crystal waters, pure and clear,
Reflecting skies in twilight shades,
A tranquil symphony to hear.

The air is filled with nature’s song,
Of rustling leaves and distant calls,
In this enchanted world, we belong,
Where every heart with wonder falls.