In the heart of an emerald forest,
Where whispering pines sing ancient tunes,
The sunlight dances through the leaves,
Painting the ground with golden hues.
A river flows with crystal grace,
Reflecting skies of pristine blue,
It murmurs secrets to the breeze,
As flowers bloom in morning dew.
The mountains stand as silent guards,
Cloaked in mist of twilight’s veil,
Their peaks kiss the heavens high,
While shadows play in moonlight pale.
Beneath the canopy of stars,
Nature’s symphony does unfold,
A timeless tale of Earth and sky,
In whispers soft and stories bold.