Amidst the woods where silence dwells,
A path of whispers softly tells,
Of leaves that dance in gentle breeze,
And shadows cast by ancient trees.

The frost that paints the morning light,
With silver hues that greet the sight,
A tapestry of nature’s hand,
Woven with grace across the land.

In meadows wide where flowers bloom,
The scent of earth dispels the gloom,
A symphony of colors bright,
Beneath the sky, a pure delight.

Robert’s words like rivers flow,
A gentle stream where dreams can grow,
In every line, a world portrayed,
In nature’s arms, his thoughts are laid.