Beneath the towering canopy, shadows dance and play,
Whispers of the ancient forest, secrets they convey.
Leaves rustle in the twilight, a symphony so grand,
Nature’s voice, a timeless song, across the verdant land.
The brook hums a gentle tune, a melody so sweet,
Stones and roots embrace its flow, where earth and water meet.
Sunlight filters through the leaves, a golden, dappled light,
Painting stories on the ground, in shades both dark and bright.
The air is thick with mystery, a fragrant, earthy blend,
Moss and fern, in shadows deep, where light and darkness bend.
Creatures of the underbrush, in silent, secret strife,
Play their part in nature’s tale, in the circle of life.
As dusk descends, the forest breathes, a sigh of ancient lore,
Stars awaken in the sky, as night begins to pour.
In this realm of green and gold, where time itself stands still,
Nature’s heart beats strong and true, in every vale and hill.