In the quiet refuge of the ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
I find a haven, a gentle ease,
That soothes the soul, and heart relieves.

Amidst the whispers of the rustling pines,
My weary spirit starts to mend,
The forest’s breath in perfect lines,
A symphony of peace, it sends.

The babbling brook, a melody so pure,
It washes over sorrow’s stain,
In nature’s arms, I find my cure,
And feel the warmth of joy again.

With every step, my burdens lift,
The forest floor, my healing ground,
In nature’s grace, I find the gift,
Of inner peace, so deeply found.