In the heart of the Black Forest,
Where shadows dance and whispers play,
Nature’s symphony takes its course,
As night gently follows day.

Emerald canopies stretch far and wide,
Shelter for the creatures within,
Streams of crystal weave and glide,
Through valleys carved by the wind.

The scent of pine fills the air,
As ancient trees tell tales of old,
Mysteries and secrets laid bare,
In whispers soft and bold.

Beneath the stars, the forest breathes,
A tranquil hush, a natural hymn,
In Germany’s heart, nature weaves,
A timeless song, both pure and dim.