In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where sunlight gently weaves its lore,
The whispering leaves softly speak,
Of secrets held in nature’s core.

Vines entwine in a tender embrace,
Roots delve deep in the earth’s embrace,
Their stories etched in bark and vein,
A silent testament to grace.

Through seasons’ dance, they stand so tall,
Witness to both storm and calm,
A tapestry of life they weave,
In every leaf, a healing balm.

Oh verdant world of lush delight,
In your green arms, we find our peace,
A refuge from the world’s swift flight,
In your stillness, our souls release.