In the heart of the forest, whispers of the trees,
Speak tales of old in the rustling breeze,
Beneath the canopy, where shadows play,
Natureâs symphony begins its day.
Rivers dance with a glistening gleam,
Reflecting the sunâs radiant beam,
Crickets chirp in a harmonious tune,
Under the watchful eye of the moon.
Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Guardians of this sacred place,
Echoes of the past in every stone,
A testament to lifeâs eternal tone.
Through valleys deep and meadows wide,
Natureâs beauty cannot hide,
Each creature, plant, and sky above,
Weaves a tale of endless love.