Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunlight dances in golden beams,
The whispers of the forest, softly they call,
Speaking the secrets of ages, to all who would stall.

In the heart of the wood, where shadows play,
And time seems to gently slip away,
The rustling leaves tell tales untold,
Of ancient times, and heroes bold.

Streams weave through like silver threads,
Nourishing life, where nature treads,
Each drop a story, each ripple a song,
In this sanctuary, where all belong.

As twilight falls and stars ignite,
The forest breathes in the quiet night,
A symphony of crickets, a lullaby sweet,
In nature’s embrace, where hearts find their beat.