Beneath the ancient canopy, shadows softly play,
Where sunlight weaves through emerald leaves,
And whispers of the forest sway,
In the gentle breath of nature’s breeze.

The towering giants, guardians old,
Stand silent, wise, and grand,
Their stories in the bark enfold,
A timeless tale of nature’s hand.

In the heart of this verdant realm,
Life blooms in every hidden nook,
From the smallest bud to the tallest elm,
Each one a page in nature’s book.

Here, peace and quietude reside,
A sanctuary from the world’s haste,
In the forest’s arms, we find and bide,
A connection to a sacred, tranquil place.