In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
The whispering woods have much to say.
Leaves rustle secrets in the breeze,
While birds compose symphonies with ease.

Beneath the canopy, where sunlight gleams,
Dance the reflections of the singing streams.
Each ripple carries tales untold,
Of ancient times and hearts of gold.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Painting the meadows with morning dews.
Their petals whisper love and grace,
In nature’s tender, sweet embrace.

As dusk descends, stars softly gleam,
Casting a spell, like a dream.
The night sings songs of peace and rest,
In nature’s cradle, we are blessed.