Beneath the emerald canopy, where shadows softly play,
The whispers of the ancient trees have secrets to convey.
Their roots embrace the earth, their branches kiss the sky,
In the forest’s silent heart, the timeless spirits lie.

The sunlight dances through the leaves, a golden, fleeting dance,
As gentle breezes weave their way through nature’s grand expanse.
The symphony of rustling leaves, a hymn of pure delight,
In the forest’s sacred stillness, the world feels just right.

The scent of pine and cedar, of moss and dampened earth,
A reminder of the cycle, of death and of rebirth.
Each fallen leaf, each broken branch, a story to be told,
In the forest’s ageless wisdom, mysteries unfold.

So wander through this ancient grove, let nature be your guide,
Embrace the forest’s tranquil grace, let peace within abide.
For in the heart of wilderness, where wild things are free,
The whispers of the ancient trees will set your spirit free.