In the whispering woods where shadows play,
Beneath the golden sky’s embrace,
Leaves dance upon the gentle breeze,
And time slows in this sacred place.

The streams sing softly, a lullaby,
Cradling stones with tender care,
Reflecting dreams of wandering clouds,
In waters pure and ever fair.

Mountains stand with ancient pride,
Guardians of the earth’s deep lore,
Their echoes tell of ages past,
In every breeze and river’s roar.

As twilight paints the world anew,
Stars awaken in the velvet night,
Nature’s symphony whispers on,
In the dance of shadow and light.