Beneath the emerald canopy, whispers softly fall,
Cool mist embraces, as dreams begin to call.
Silver threads of liquid light, weaving tales so grand,
In nature’s sacred symphony, we find where we stand.

Echoes of a thousand years in each drop’s descent,
Ancient rocks and mossy stones, their stories accent.
A timeless dance of water, a ballet of pure grace,
In the heart of the forest, a serene, sacred place.

Gentle roars and tender murmurs, a song of life’s embrace,
Where water meets the earth, in an eternal chase.
Spirits of the woodland, in every splash and spray,
Guide our weary souls, showing us the way.

Through the mists of time, where dreams and reality blend,
Waterfalls and wonder, where hearts begin to mend.
In the lap of nature, a tranquil, tender plea,
Let the waters cleanse us, setting our spirits free.