Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The whispers of the ancient forest call,
A symphony only nature perceives.
The river’s song flows soft and clear,
Carving tales through the valleys deep,
Each pebble tells of ages past,
In secrets that the waters keep.
The wind, a gentle messenger,
Carries scents of pine and earth,
It speaks to those who pause and hear,
The language of rebirth.
As twilight falls, the stars appear,
Guardians of the nightâs embrace,
In nature’s arms, we find our peace,
In its eternal, timeless grace.