In the gentle sway of ancient trees,
Where whispers of the wind softly sing,
Nature paints its eternal masterpiece,
A tranquil tapestry of life in spring.

The golden sun kisses the emerald leaves,
Casting shadows that dance with grace,
While rivers hum their melodic tune,
In the heart of this serene, sacred place.

Mountains stand as guardians of the sky,
Draped in robes of mist and morning dew,
Their silent strength a testament to time,
In hues of gray, green, and endless blue.

As twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
Stars awaken in the velvet night,
Nature’s beauty, a timeless lullaby,
Echoes softly in the moon’s silvery light.