Beneath the ancient canopy high,
Where shadows dance and secrets lie,
The whispering leaves tell tales of old,
In the gentle breeze, their stories unfold.

The river sings a melody sweet,
As stones and water in harmony meet,
Sunlight dapples the forest floor,
Painting patterns never seen before.

In the heart of the woodland’s embrace,
Time slows in this sacred place,
Creatures wander in silent grace,
Each step a part of nature’s trace.

As twilight falls, the sky aglow,
Stars emerge in a celestial show,
The forest breathes in rhythmic peace,
A symphony of nature’s gentle release.