In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows play and sunlight floods,
The trees stand tall, guardians of time,
Their stories weave in a silent rhyme.

Rivers carve paths through ancient lands,
Singing songs only nature understands,
While humans tread with curious grace,
Seeking solace in this sacred space.

The wind carries tales of forgotten lore,
As leaves rustle secrets from days of yore,
In this dance of life, both strong and frail,
Humans and nature weave their tale.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful eye,
Stars paint dreams across the sky,
In the embrace of earth’s gentle hand,
We find our place, in this vast land.