In the cradle of the ancient woods,
Where emerald leaves embrace the sky,
The whispers of the forest sing,
In harmony where shadows lie.

Beneath the boughs, the gentle breeze,
Carries tales of days gone by,
With every rustle, every sigh,
Nature’s lullaby softly cries.

The sunlight dances through the green,
A mosaic on the forest floor,
In the quiet, life unseen,
Breathes within the woodland’s core.

Oh, verdant dreams beneath the shade,
Where time stands still in leafy halls,
In this serene, enchanted glade,
The spirit of the forest calls.