In the forest where whispers flow,
Nature’s secrets softly grow.
Leaves that dance with morning dew,
Sing a song both old and new.
Rivers hum a gentle tune,
Beneath the bright and silver moon.
Birds on branches, high and low,
Share the tales they come to know.
Winds that rustle through the pines,
Weave a melody with their lines.
Echoes of the mountain’s call,
Harmonize with waterfalls.
In this symphony of earth,
Every sound is given birth.
Nature’s rhymes in perfect time,
Craft a poem so sublime.