In the gentle rustle of whispering trees,
A symphony of nature’s embrace unfolds,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
And secrets in the shadows are softly told.
Streams weave their melody, clear and bright,
Carving paths through ancient stones,
Reflecting the sky’s endless light,
While carrying whispers of unknown homes.
Mountains stand as guardians bold,
Cloaked in veils of mist and time,
Their silent stories, yet untold,
Echo through valleys in a timeless rhyme.
The night brings stars that softly gleam,
In a vast and endless sky,
Natureâs dreams in a silver beam,
A timeless dance, as time drifts by.