In the heart of Germany, where the Black Forest grows,
The pines whisper secrets that only nature knows.
A realm of ancient trees, standing tall and grand,
They guard the tales of time, across this mystic land.
The rivers gently flow, carving paths of old,
Reflecting skies of blue and hues of gold.
Among the flora, where wildflowers bloom,
The air is filled with nature’s sweet perfume.
The mountains rise with majesty, cloaked in morning mist,
A serene landscape, not to be missed.
Through the valleys, where the cool breeze roams,
The whispers of the forest feel like home.
In twilight’s embrace, where shadows softly play,
The beauty of the Black Forest holds sway.
A sanctuary of peace, where nature’s voice is clear,
The soul of Germany is ever present here.