In the heart of the Black Forest, where whispers reside,
Ancient trees stand tall, their secrets to confide.
Moss carpets the earth, a soft emerald bed,
Where the gentle streams through the silence tread.

The Bavarian hills, with their rolling embrace,
Hold tales of old in their verdant grace.
Wildflowers bloom in a riot of hues,
Under the vast sky’s comforting blues.

Rivers dance with a graceful flow,
Reflecting skies where soft breezes blow.
The echoes of nature, a symphony sweet,
In every corner, where beauty and wildness meet.

Where the soul finds its tranquil flight,
Amidst the gentle caress of the night.
In German nature’s tender clasp,
Eternal peace is ours to grasp.