In the heart of the whispering forest, where shadows softly play,
The ancient trees stand tall and wise, beneath the light of day.
Leaves rustle secrets to the wind, and branches gently sway,
A symphony of natureâs grace, in nature’s grand ballet.
The river sings its timeless song, a melody so pure,
Reflecting skies of azure blue, that evermore endure.
Stones polished by the passage of time, stand silent on the shore,
As waters weave a tapestry, of stories from before.
The meadows spread their vibrant hues, beneath the sunâs warm kiss,
A canvas painted by the dawn, a scene of perfect bliss.
Flowers bloom in wild array, their fragrance fills the air,
A testament to natureâs art, beyond compare, so rare.
As twilight falls, the stars awake, to light the velvet sky,
The moon ascends in silver grace, a beacon from on high.
The forest hums a lullaby, to creatures great and small,
In natureâs arms, we find our peace, and hear her gentle call.