In the whispering woods where shadows blend,
Nature sings her timeless song.
Leaves murmur secrets to the wind,
While the earth holds stories long gone.
The river flows with gentle grace,
Carving paths through ancient stone.
Life and death in quiet embrace,
A cycle eternally known.
Mountains stand with silent might,
Guardians of the past they keep.
Under their watch, day turns to night,
As life surrenders to the deep.
Stars emerge in the velvet sky,
Witnesses to the endless dance.
Nature’s beauty, a soft goodbye,
In death, a final chance.