In the heart of the ancient forest, where shadows softly dance,
The whispering leaves tell tales of life’s eternal chance.
The streams sing songs of bygone days, in melodies so pure,
A symphony of nature’s grace, a timeless overture.

The mountains stand as sentinels, their peaks in clouds enshrined,
Guardians of the secrets kept within the earth confined.
The winds weave through the canyons, a gentle, soothing breeze,
A lullaby of wilderness, that sets the spirit at ease.

Beneath the canopy of green, in dappled light and shade,
The creatures live in harmony, in nature’s grand parade.
The rustling grass, the chirping birds, a chorus without end,
In every corner of this realm, life and beauty blend.

And when the twilight softly falls, and stars begin to gleam,
The night reveals its mysteries, like a forgotten dream.
The moonlight bathes the tranquil scene, in silver’s gentle glow,
A testament to nature’s might, and all it can bestow.