In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
Nature sings her timeless song,
In every rustle, a story weaves.

The brook babbles secrets untold,
Carving paths through ancient stones,
Echoes of life in waters cold,
A melody in gentle tones.

The trees stand tall with wisdom old,
Their branches sway in rhythmic grace,
Guardians of the stories bold,
In their embrace, time finds its place.

Underneath the starlit sky,
Crickets play their nightly tune,
Nature’s choir, a lullaby,
Guided by the silver moon.