In the heart of the ancient woods,
Where the whispers of leaves unfold,
Beneath the boughs where time once stood,
Secrets of the earth are told.

The river sings a gentle song,
Its melody a soothing balm,
As it flows serenely along,
Nature’s own eternal psalm.

The stars unveil their nightly dance,
Casting dreams upon the land,
In their glow, the heart finds chance,
To hold the universe in hand.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Where shadows play in moonlit streams,
The spirit finds its truest home,
In the embrace of nature’s dreams.