In the heart of emerald dreams, where shadows softly lie,
The forest breathes a melody, beneath the azure sky.
Leaves whisper ancient secrets, in a language old and wise,
While sunlight weaves through branches, painting golden ties.

The river hums its gentle song, a lullaby of grace,
As stones beneath its sparkling flow, find their resting place.
A symphony of nature, in harmony it sways,
Creating art with every breeze, in endless, tender ways.

The flowers bloom in silence, their colors bold and bright,
A tapestry of beauty, under the moonlit night.
Each petal tells a story, of seasons come and gone,
A cycle of renewal, where life is gently drawn.

And as the dusk embraces all, with stars that softly gleam,
The forest sings its lullaby, a gentle, soothing dream.
Nature’s heart beats timelessly, in rhythms pure and true,
A world of wonder waiting, beneath the morning dew.