In the forest’s heart, where shadows play,
The whispering leaves, they softly sway.
Underneath the ancient oak’s embrace,
Lies the quiet truth of nature’s grace.

Through the twilight’s gentle, fading light,
Comes a hush that fills the night.
A symphony of life and death combined,
In every rustling leaf, a tale confined.

The river’s song, a melody so clear,
Speaks of those who once walked near.
Their spirits dance in the evening’s breath,
A testament to life’s fleeting depth.

As dawn breaks, the cycle anew,
Life and death in the morning dew.
Nature’s wisdom, in silence profound,
In the world’s embrace, our hearts are bound.