In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where sunbeams dance on leaves so old,
The whispers of the trees unfold,
Tales of time and secrets told.

Beneath the canopy’s emerald shade,
Where shadows play in a mystic ballet,
The forest breathes a calming hymn,
Echoes of nature’s sacred rhythm.

Streams of light weave through the boughs,
Painting dreams on the forest floor,
Each ray a brushstroke on nature’s canvas,
A symphony of life, forevermore.

In the silence of this verdant realm,
Where time stands still and peace prevails,
The soul finds solace, free and wild,
Embraced by nature’s gentle trails.