Underneath the ancient canopy, where sunlight softly weaves,
The whispers of the endless wilderness, a tale of time it leaves.
With every rustle of the leaves, the secrets start to flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains high, where only nature goes.

The rivers sing a gentle song, a melody so pure,
Each note a drop of history, each chord a life secure.
They carve their path through stone and soil, with patience and with grace,
Reflecting skies and tender hues, in their mirrored face.

Amongst the rolling emerald hills, where wildflowers bloom and sway,
The fragrance of the untouched earth, in the breeze, it plays.
With colors bright and petals soft, they paint the meadows wide,
A tapestry of life and love, where all the creatures hide.

The night descends with quietude, the stars begin to gleam,
The forest breathes in unity, a sanctuary dream.
In nature’s grand and endless hall, where serenity is found,
The whispers of the wilderness, in every sight and sound.