In the heart of the whispering forest,
Trees tell tales of ancient days,
Their leaves flutter like pages,
In the gentle embrace of the breeze.
The sun smiles through the canopy,
Casting golden hues on the earth,
While shadows play hide and seek,
In a world of dappled light and mirth.
Streams sing a melody of time,
Flowing with laughter and grace,
Their waters carve stories in stone,
In a dance that never ends.
Mountains stand as silent guardians,
Cloaked in robes of mist and cloud,
Watching over the land with wisdom,
In their timeless, stoic pride.