Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where whispers of the wind softly dance,
Poets find solace in nature’s embrace,
Crafting verses of beauty and chance.

The gentle streams sing a lullaby,
Echoing the heartbeats of the earth,
Words flow like rivers, unending and free,
Capturing life’s essence and rebirth.

In fields of wildflowers, colors collide,
A tapestry woven by time’s gentle hand,
Poets paint with words, vibrant and alive,
Sharing the wonders of this vast land.

The mountains stand as silent guardians,
Watching over the world with patient grace,
Inspiring poets to pen tales of old,
In nature’s arms, they find their place.