In the heart of the whispering forest,
Where leaves dance in the gentle breeze,
The sunlight filters through the canopy,
Painting shadows in a golden hue.

The river sings a timeless melody,
Its waters carving stories in stone,
While the ancient trees stand guardians,
Of secrets in the woodland’s embrace.

Birds weave songs into the morning mist,
Their calls echoing through the quiet,
As flowers bloom in vibrant symphony,
A testament to nature’s artistry.

In the stillness, the soul finds peace,
Among the rustling leaves and swaying boughs,
A reminder of the earth’s gentle grace,
In every breath of the living wild.