In the heart of the emerald woods, where shadows dance with light,
The whispers of the ancient trees, tell stories of the night.
A symphony of rustling leaves, a chorus pure and sweet,
In every branch and every bough, nature’s secrets meet.

Beneath the canopy so vast, where sunlight filters through,
The dappled beams of golden rays, paint leaves with morning dew.
A realm where silence speaks aloud, and every breath is free,
In the embrace of tranquil glades, I find serenity.

The gentle murmur of the brook, that winds through mossy glen,
Its crystal waters weave a tale, of peace beyond our ken.
The fragrance of the blooming flowers, a scent so pure and rare,
It lingers softly in the air, a sweet and fragrant prayer.

As twilight falls and stars appear, the forest comes alive,
The creatures of the night emerge, the world begins to thrive.
In this enchanted, sacred place, where time seems to stand still,
I lose myself in nature’s grace, and find my heart’s true will.