In the heart of the forest, where the wild things grow,
Lies a symphony of whispers, a gentle, calming flow.
The rustling of the leaves, the murmur of the streams,
A serenade of nature, weaving through our dreams.

The mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Their peaks touching heaven, as clouds drift by.
Birds sing their songs, a melody of the free,
Echoing through valleys, a harmony to see.

The ocean waves dance, to the rhythm of the moon,
Their whispers in the night, a soothing, ancient tune.
The sands of the shore, kissed by the tide’s embrace,
Tell tales of time’s passage, in their quiet grace.

Under the starlit canopy, the world seems so vast,
A reminder of the beauty, in moments that pass.
Nature’s gentle whispers, a balm for the soul,
In its embrace, we find ourselves whole.