In the cradle of the forest’s gentle sway,The color green whispers tales of old,Where leaves dance in the sunlit ballet,And every blade of grass has a story untold.Emerald rivers weave through valleys deep,Carving paths in the earth’s ancient skin,Where dreams in verdant silence sleep,And life begins anew, where green has been.In the heart of spring’s tender embrace,The world awakens in hues of hope,Green unfurls with a gentle grace,Painting landscapes where spirits elope.Oh, the symphony of green’s soft song,Echoes through the hills and fields afar,A reminder that in nature we belong,Guided by the light of a verdant star.