In the heart of the whispering woods, where secrets softly lie,
The ancient trees stand tall and proud, reaching to the sky.
Their leaves rustle in the gentle breeze, a symphony so sweet,
Nature’s orchestra begins to play, where earth and heaven meet.
The streams dance lightly over stones, with laughter in their flow,
Reflecting rays of golden sun, in their liquid glow.
They carve their paths through valleys deep, and meadows wide and green,
Telling tales of distant lands, of places yet unseen.
The mountains rise like sentinels, guardians of the land,
Wrapped in mists of morning light, majestic and grand.
Their peaks kiss the azure sky, untouched by time’s decay,
Watching over fields below, where wildflowers sway.
As twilight falls, the stars awake, and night begins to sing,
A lullaby of peace and calm, that gentle twilight brings.
The whispering woods and dancing streams, in moonlight softly rest,
Nature’s beauty, pure and true, forever blessed.