In the heart of the Black Forest’s deep embrace,
Where ancient trees whisper in the gentle breeze,
Sunlight dances through leaves with tender grace,
Nature’s symphony, where time seems to freeze.
Fields of wildflowers paint the rolling hills,
Golden blooms sway beneath the azure sky,
Rivers weave tales in soft, flowing spills,
A tranquil world where spirits gently fly.
In winter’s cloak, the landscape turns to white,
Snowflakes kiss the earth in a silent song,
Icicles glisten in the soft moonlight,
A pristine beauty, where the heart belongs.
Come spring, the forests awaken anew,
Birds sing melodies of hope and rebirth,
In German nature’s realm, dreams come true,
A timeless haven of life and endless worth.