Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers softly flow,
Leaves dance in gentle breezes, tales of long ago.
The roots embrace the earth, in secrets deeply sown,
As sunlight filters down, in golden hues aglow.

The river sings its song, a melody so clear,
Its waters carve the stones, in rhythms we can hear.
With every turn and twist, it carries dreams away,
To distant lands unknown, where wild spirits play.

The mountains stand so tall, guardians of the sky,
Their peaks touch clouds above, where eagles dare to fly.
In silence they observe, the passage of the time,
As stars begin to glow, in constellations prime.

The night wraps all in peace, with shadows soft and deep,
The forest hums a lullaby, as nature falls asleep.
In dreams the world expands, beyond what eyes can see,
A realm of endless beauty, where souls wander free.