In the heart of the ancient forest, shadows dance,
Through towering trees, where sunlight finds its chance,
To paint the earth with hues of gold and green,
A sacred realm, where nature reigns serene.

The whispers of the wind through leaves so high,
Sing songs of age-old tales that never die,
Each rustling branch, a memory’s gentle sigh,
Of times long past beneath the endless sky.

In this cathedral of the wild, we find our peace,
Our hearts aligned with nature’s gentle crease,
Beneath the canopy, we breathe and cease,
To chase the world, and let our worries freeze.

The forest holds us in its warm embrace,
A timeless world, a slow and sacred pace,
Here, in this place, we find our grace,
In the forest’s arms, we find our place.