The forest breathes a gentle sigh,
Each leaf a tongue with tales to tell,
The wind becomes a lullaby,
In nature’s arms, we find our dwell.
The rivers dance with silver glee,
Their laughter echoes through the glen,
The mountains stand in majesty,
As ancient guardians of the fen.
The stars converse in silent song,
Their whispers light the midnight sky,
The moon, a poet all night long,
Recites her verses from on high.
The dawn awakes with golden hue,
And paints the morn with gentle grace,
The earth, in every shade and view,
Reflects the love in nature’s face.