In the heart of the Black Forest, whispers call,Where ancient trees stand proud and tall.The river sings its gentle song,As nature’s chorus joins along.Fields of heather stretch far and wide,Underneath a vast and endless sky.The sun dips low, casting golden light,On valleys deep and peaks of might.Amidst the ruins of castles old,Stories of the past are quietly told.The wind carries tales of forgotten lore,Through whispering leaves and forest floor.In the quiet of a German night,Stars above shine pure and bright.Nature’s essence, wild and free,In every breath, in every tree.