Beneath the emerald canopy, where shadows softly play,
The whispering leaves tell stories of a time far away.
The brookâs gentle murmur, a lullaby so sweet,
As natureâs symphony in harmony does meet.
The morning dew, a diamond on each blade,
Reflects the dawn’s embrace, in golden hues displayed.
Birds take flight, their songs fill the air,
Creating melodies beyond compare.
The mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Their peaks kissed by clouds, as time drifts by.
Through valleys and meadows, the wildflowers bloom,
Painting the landscape with natureâs own perfume.
As twilight descends, stars begin to gleam,
The night whispers secrets, like a dream within a dream.
In natureâs embrace, where peace is found,
The soul finds solace, on this sacred ground.