In the heart of the ancient forest, shadows dance,
Beneath the emerald canopy, where silence reigns,
The whispers of the trees tell tales of old,
Secrets of the earth, in whispers, unfold.

Streams weave like silver threads through mossy ground,
The symphony of life in every sound,
Leaves rustle, a gentle lullaby,
As the sun sets in the painted sky.

Mountains stand as sentinels, proud and tall,
Guardians of the realm, where eagles call,
Their peaks kissed by the morning mist,
In nature’s embrace, we coexist.

Underneath the twilight’s tender glow,
The forest breathes, a living tableau,
In this sanctuary, our spirits find,
A timeless bond with nature, intertwined.