In the heart of the emerald glade,
Where sunlight dances, shadows fade,
The whispers of the ancient trees,
Sing tales of time, a gentle breeze.
Beneath the canopy so wide,
Nature’s secrets softly hide,
In every leaf, in every bough,
The forest breathes, here and now.
Rivers carve their winding path,
Through the stones, with gentle wrath,
Life abounds in every stream,
A symphony, a timeless dream.
Oh, listen close, to nature’s song,
A melody that’s deep and strong,
In every rustle, every sigh,
The spirit of the wild won’t die.