Beneath the sky where whispers glide,
The trees sway gently, side by side.
In rhythmic dance, they speak in tune,
With secrets shared beneath the moon.

The brook flows softly with a hum,
A melody where dreams may come.
The leaves in chorus, rustle light,
A symphony in the quiet night.

The stars above in silent gaze,
Reflect upon the gentle maze.
Of winding paths and hidden trails,
Where nature’s song forever sails.

In every shadow, light is found,
In every silence, there’s a sound.
The rhymes of nature, pure and free,
A timeless verse in harmony.