In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The gentle murmur of the streams,
Carries tales of ancient eves.

The rustling leaves compose a song,
As the wind hums a soft refrain,
The branches sway in rhythmic dance,
Beneath the mist of morning rain.

The blossoms bloom with vibrant hues,
Painting the forest in colors rare,
While birds in flight weave melodies,
That fill the crisp and fragrant air.

In nature’s arms, serenity found,
A tranquil escape from worldly plight,
Here in this sacred, silent ground,
The soul finds peace in the softest light.