In the heart of the sacred grove,
Where ancient spirits quietly rove,
The winds carry tales of old,
Of wisdom, courage, and hearts bold.

Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
The Earth breathes, and the soul believes,
In the harmony of nature’s song,
A melody that has echoed long.

Rivers weave through the land’s embrace,
Reflecting the sky’s timeless grace,
Each ripple a story, each wave a line,
Etched in the sands of endless time.

Mountains stand as guardians tall,
Witness to the rise and fall,
Of seasons, cycles, and the dance,
Of life’s enduring, sacred chance.