In the heart of whispering woods, where silence speaks,
Peace flows like a gentle stream, caressing every leaf.
The soft rustle of the breeze, a lullaby of dreams,
Guides my weary soul to rest, in nature’s serene seams.

Beneath the canopy of stars, where moonlight dances free,
Calmness wraps around my heart, like waves upon the sea.
The world outside fades away, its troubles and its woes,
Replaced by gentle harmony, where the tranquil river flows.

The fragrance of the pine, the song of the nightingale,
Weave a tapestry of peace, where time appears to pale.
In this sacred space I find, solace from the storm,
Embraced by nature’s tender arms, where warmth and love transform.

Here in the quiet of the night, where shadows softly play,
I find a haven from the noise, a place where dreams can stay.
In the whispering woods, peace reigns, a balm for the troubled mind,
A sanctuary of calm and grace, where true serenity I find.