In the heart of the emerald wood,
Where whispering trees and shadows stood,
The gentle breeze begins to dance,
With nature’s song, a sweet romance.

Beneath the canopy’s embrace,
The flowers bloom, a vibrant grace,
Their petals sway in rhythmic time,
To the forest’s ancient, soothing rhyme.

The brook that winds through mossy lanes,
Sings lullabies in soft refrains,
Its crystal waters, clear and bright,
Glisten in the pale moonlight.

As twilight falls, the stars ignite,
A tapestry of silver light,
And in this realm of pure delight,
Nature’s rhymes bring peace each night.