Beneath the canopy where shadows dance,
The leaves whisper tales of ancient times,
In the gentle breeze, they find their chance,
To sing the songs of silent chimes.

The river’s flow, a soft embrace,
Mirrors the sky with azure grace,
Stones beneath tell stories old,
In whispers of the winds, untold.

The sun dips low, painting skies,
In hues of gold and crimson ties,
As night descends with velvet wings,
The cricket’s song in chorus sings.

Stars emerge, a celestial dance,
In nature’s beauty, we find romance,
A world alive, in quiet splendor,
With every breath, our hearts surrender.