In the heart of the ancient woods, where secrets lie,
The whispering winds carry tales from the sky.
Leaves dance to the melody of the breeze,
While shadows of old weave through the trees.
Beneath the canopy, where sunlight plays,
Nature’s choir sings in a thousand ways.
Streams murmur softly, with stories to tell,
As flowers bloom in the hidden dell.
The twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
Painting the world in hues of goodbye.
Stars awaken, twinkling with mirth,
Guardians of dreams on this enchanted earth.
In this sacred grove, where time stands still,
The soul finds peace, a quiet thrill.
Embraced by nature’s eternal song,
Here, we know where we truly belong.