Beneath the ancient oaks, whispers softly rise,
As morning mist dances through the tranquil glade.
The gentle hum of nature’s lullabies,
Awakens dreams where woodland tales are made.

Sunlight filters through the emerald leaves,
Painting golden patches on the forest floor.
The breeze carries secrets the earth believes,
Echoes of stories told in days of yore.

Streams weave silver threads through mossy stone,
A melody of life in serene harmony.
Ferns unfurl in the quiet, overgrown,
Embracing shadows with silent symphony.

In this sanctuary where time gently sways,
The heart finds peace in nature’s gentle song.
A tapestry of life that softly plays,
Where every soul, in stillness, can belong.