In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight weaves through ancient boughs,
The gentle murmur of a stream,
Serenades the tranquil air.

Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Shadows dance with golden beams,
Moss-clad stones and ferny beds,
Cradle secrets nature keeps.

Each leaf, a story of the past,
Each breeze, a promise of tomorrow,
In the symphony of time,
Nature’s voice forever echoes.

Oh, to be a part of this,
A fleeting moment in eternal grace,
In the whispering woods, I find,
The peace that time cannot erase.