In the heart of ancient trees, where whispers softly flow,
The Black Forest weaves its tales, where shadows gently grow.
Beneath the emerald canopy, the secrets of the past,
Dance with the morning mist, in memories that last.
Bavarian hills roll gently, like waves upon the land,
With castles perched on high, like sentinels they stand.
The rivers sing their songs, as they journey to the sea,
Through valleys rich with life, in a symphony of glee.
The alpine air is crisp, with peaks that pierce the sky,
Where winter wraps the earth, in a cloak of white so high.
Edelweiss blooms proudly, where the wild winds roam,
A symbol of resilience, in its mountain home.
Through fields of golden wheat, and vineyards ripe with wine,
The German landscape calls, in a beauty so divine.
Nature’s grand embrace, in every hill and glen,
A timeless tapestry, woven by the hand of men.