Beneath the emerald canopy
Where sunlight softly spills
A gentle breeze whispers secrets
Through ancient, silent hills.
The path winds through the forest
Amongst the towering trees
Each step a quiet echo
Of nature’s mysteries.
Streams weave their silver stories
As birds compose their song
In this tranquil symphony
I find where I belong.
The dusk embraces softly
As stars begin their dance
In the heart of nature’s wonder
I lose myself, entranced.