Beneath the emerald canopy, shadows dance and play,
Where sunlight weaves through leaves, in intricate ballet.
The whispers of the ancient trees, secrets they confide,
In the heart of nature’s realm, a sanctuary to reside.

The river sings a lullaby, as it meanders through the glen,
Its waters clear and pure, a haven for the wren.
The mountains stand as sentinels, guarding skies so blue,
In this tranquil wilderness, the world feels fresh and new.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues, a tapestry of grace,
Their petals kissed by morning dew, adorning nature’s face.
The gentle breeze that whispers by, carries tales untold,
Of ancient lands and timeless skies, a beauty to behold.

As twilight falls, the stars emerge, a celestial parade,
Illuminating night’s embrace, where dreams are gently made.
In the silence of the night, the forest breathes and sighs,
A testament to nature’s might, beneath the starlit skies.