In the hush of morning’s glow,
The woods awaken, soft and slow.
Leaves rustle secrets in the air,
Nature’s whispers everywhere.

Sunlight dances through the trees,
A golden symphony on the breeze.
Paths untrodden call my name,
In this serene, eternal game.

Silent streams weave tales untold,
Mirrors of memories, brave and bold.
In the heart of nature’s grace,
Time stands still, a gentle embrace.

Beneath the canopy’s gentle sway,
I find solace in the light of day.
In Frost’s realm of woods and lore,
Nature’s beauty forevermore.