In the quiet grove where sunlight weaves,
Through tangled branches and emerald leaves,
Whispers of the wind gently call,
In nature’s arms, we find our all.

Roots that delve deep into the earth,
Hold secrets of the world’s rebirth,
Each tender shoot and blooming flower,
A testament to nature’s power.

The gentle rustle of the trees,
A symphony of the passing breeze,
Leaves that dance in the golden light,
A ballet of green in the fading night.

In gardens wild where dreams take flight,
Plants breathe life into the night,
Their silent stories quietly told,
In hues of green, and shades of gold.