Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight dances and shadows lean,
The whispering pines sing a gentle song,
Where my heart feels it truly belongs.
Streams of crystal weave through the land,
Carving paths with a delicate hand,
The symphony of water, earth, and air,
A tranquil beauty beyond compare.
The mountains stand as guardians tall,
Embracing the horizon, majestic and all,
Their peaks kissing the cerulean sky,
A sight that lifts the spirit high.
In the embrace of nature’s tender grace,
I find solace in this sacred place,
Among the pines, where dreams take flight,
In the serenade of day and night.