Beneath the canopy of emerald green, I tread,
Silent whispers of the forest call my name,
In this sanctuary where wild spirits are led,
I find a world untouched by fortune and fame.
The river sings its ancient, flowing tune,
Carving paths through stones and tales untold,
Underneath the ever-watchful moon,
I journey through landscapes both young and old.
Hills that rise like guardians of the sky,
Echoes of wildlife in the distance roam,
With every step, my soul begins to fly,
In this untamed realm, I feel at home.
Through fields of gold where wildflowers bloom,
And valleys where shadows softly dance,
I wander on, embracing natureâs room,
Each moment here, a wondrous chance.