In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,Leaves whisper secrets in a graceful trance.The trees stand tall, guardians of time,And the wind weaves tales in a gentle rhyme.The brook sings softly to the listening stones,Its waters hum with ancient tones.Flowers nod as the breeze passes by,While the sun winks with a golden eye.The mountains stretch, wrapped in mist,Embracing the sky in a tender tryst.The stars blink down with a knowing sigh,As the night cradles the earth in a lullaby.Nature’s voice, a symphony vast,Speaks of the present, echoes the past.Listen close to the murmurs and see,The world alive in its tranquil plea.