Beneath the emerald canopy, whispers softly sway,
In Germany’s heart, where ancient woods lay.
The Black Forest whispers tales of old,
Secrets in the shadows, stories untold.

Streams weave through moss, a silken thread,
Murmuring hymns where nature is wed.
Sunlight dances on leaves, a golden ballet,
As day turns to twilight, and twilight to day.

Majestic mountains stand, guardians of time,
Clad in mist, a sight so sublime.
Echoes of eagles, majestic and free,
Soaring through skies, where dreams come to be.

In fields of heather, where wildflowers bloom,
The scent of freedom, dispels all gloom.
Germany’s nature, a timeless embrace,
A sanctuary of peace, a sacred place.