Beneath the canopyâs emerald embrace,
Where sunlight dances with shadowsâ grace,
The forest whispers secrets old,
In stories of green, in legends told.
Gentle streams weave through mossy veins,
Singing lullabies in soft refrains,
With every ripple, a tale unfolds,
Of timeâs embrace and natureâs hold.
Leaves flutter like whispers on the breeze,
Speaking in tongues of ancient trees,
Each rustle a poem, each gust a song,
In the heart of the woods, we belong.
As twilight cloaks the forest in dreams,
The world finds peace in moonlit beams,
Natureâs chorus, a timeless hymn,
In the silence, our spirits brim.