In the heart of ancient forests deep,
Where whispered tales of spirits creep,
The river sings a sacred song,
Nature’s symphony, wild and strong.

Among the trees, the elders stand,
Guardians of this timeless land,
Their branches stretch to touch the sky,
As eagles soar and spirits fly.

The gentle rustle of the leaves,
In harmony with the gentle breeze,
Tells stories of the days gone by,
Of ancestors who never die.

In every shadow, every stream,
Lives the essence of a dream,
A connection true, profound, and pure,
Nature’s bond that will endure.