In quiet woods where shadows play,
And sunlight dances through the day,
There speaks a voice so soft and clear,
The poetry of nature near.

Along the paths where Frost once trod,
Beneath the ancient trees so broad,
The whispers of the leaves unfold,
A tale of life both young and old.

The rivers sing a gentle song,
Of journeys swift and paths so long,
In every ripple, every wave,
The essence of the earth is saved.

Oh, how the meadows stretch and sigh,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
In every bloom, in every breeze,
The beauty of the world we seize.