In the quiet embrace of the forest deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
The whispering pines sing a lullaby,
Beneath the watchful, moonlit sky.

The river flows with gentle grace,
Mirroring stars in its endless race,
Crickets chirp in harmonious tune,
Carried by the breath of June.

The flowers bloom in colors bright,
Bathed in the gentle silver light,
Their scents weave through the night air,
In a world untouched by despair.

As dawn approaches, night takes flight,
The forest sighs in morning’s light,
Nature’s symphony fades away,
Promising a brand new day.