In the gentle rustle of the leaves,Whispers dance upon the breeze.The melody of nature softly weaves,A tranquil song that puts the mind at ease.
The trickle of a nearby stream,Harmonizes with the bird’s soft hymn.A lullaby that feels like a dream,In the heart of the forest, lush and dim.
The distant call of a lonely loon,Echoes under the silver moon.Its haunting tune a timeless rune,That fades away all too soon.
In the embrace of this soundscape,Every worry finds an escape.The world is vast, and we are but a shape,In the symphony of natureâs landscape.