In the quiet woods where shadows play,
The whispering winds have much to say.
They dance through trees with gentle grace,
And leave a kiss on nature’s face.
The rustling leaves sing soft and sweet,
A melody where earth and sky meet.
They tell of seasons, old and new,
In shades of green and golden hue.
The babbling brook joins in the song,
With rippling notes that flow along.
Its crystal voice, both clear and true,
Reflects the sky’s deep, endless blue.
Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of dreams untold.
Nature’s rhyme, a gentle embrace,
In every breath, in every space.