Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunbeams dance in golden streams,
The forest breathes a tranquil song,
A haven where wild hearts belong.
The mossy carpet, soft and green,
Holds secrets of the days unseen,
With whispers of the ancient trees,
That sway in tune with the gentle breeze.
Shadows play on the forest floor,
As birds above in chorus soar,
Their melodies a sweet refrain,
Echoing through the verdant plain.
In this sanctuary of life and lore,
Nature’s beauty we all adore,
A timeless tale in every leaf,
A place of solace and belief.