In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
The whispering winds tell tales of the day.
Leaves dance in hues of gold and brown,
As nature’s symphony wears an autumn crown.

Streams flow gently, like a lover’s caress,
Through valleys deep in their tranquil dress.
The sky blushes with the evening’s glow,
As twilight descends, soft and slow.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Their peaks kissed by the sun’s gentle hand.
Birds sing their final lullabies,
Before the stars adorn the night skies.

The earth breathes in a silent prayer,
Nature’s beauty beyond compare.
In the stillness, peace is found,
As the whispering winds echo all around.