In the embrace of ancient trees we find,
A solace where the earth and sky align.
The campfire’s glow, a gentle, flickering light,
Guides us through the velvet veil of night.

The whispers of the forest softly speak,
In languages the wind and shadows seek.
The rustling leaves compose a lullaby,
As constellations dance across the sky.

The moonlight paints a path of silver dreams,
Upon the river’s silent, flowing streams.
The nightingale’s song, a sweet serenade,
Echoes through the glen, where memories are made.

In this tranquil haven, time stands still,
Nature’s wisdom our hearts begin to fill.
With every dawn a promise to renew,
The bond of earth and spirit, tried and true.