In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance with sunlit beams,
Nature speaks in gentle moods,
Crafting dreams from flowing streams.

Among the leaves where secrets lie,
The wind carries tales untold,
Of wandering paths and open sky,
In Frost’s embrace, the world unfolds.

The silent echoes of the trees,
Hold whispers of a timeless lore,
Where every rustle in the breeze,
Reveals a story never heard before.

Beneath the boughs, where time stands still,
In nature’s arms, we find our place,
A sanctuary on a tranquil hill,
Forever touched by Frost’s grace.