In the heart of the ancient woods,
Where sunlight dances on emerald leaves,
The whispers of the forest breathe,
Telling tales of time and peace.

Beneath the canopy’s green embrace,
Rivers sing their endless song,
Stones and roots entwine in grace,
Nature’s rhythm, pure and strong.

Mountains stand with silent pride,
Guardians of the earth and sky,
Clouds drift gently, far and wide,
Painting dreams as they pass by.

At dusk the stars begin to gleam,
A celestial dance in twilight’s glow,
Nature’s beauty, like a dream,
Forever in our hearts will grow.