In the heart of the ancient woods so deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
The whispering winds begin to weave,
Stories of old that never leave.
Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight’s kiss is rarely seen,
The rustling leaves sing a song of peace,
A symphony that will never cease.
The babbling brook with waters clear,
Reflects the sky, both far and near,
Its gentle voice a soothing balm,
That fills the soul with tranquil calm.
Oh, nature’s realm, so wild and free,
A haven for both you and me,
In every breath, in every sigh,
We find a world where dreams can fly.