Beneath the emerald canopy, where sunlight softly weaves,
The whispers of the forest tell tales of ancient eves.
Each leaf a silent story, each twig a timeless song,
In the heart of nature’s haven, where all souls belong.

The brook’s gentle murmur, a melody so pure,
Echoes through the valleys, where wildflowers endure.
Moss carpets the woodland, a cushion for the feet,
As the breeze carries secrets, in the summer heat.

The dance of shadows and light, a ballet without end,
Paints the forest floor, where life and earth blend.
Ferns unfurl their fingers, greeting the dawn,
While the ancient oaks stand, their majesty drawn.

In this sanctuary of life, where time softly treads,
The spirit of the forest, in every heart embeds.
A place of peace and wonder, where every soul finds rest,
In the embrace of nature, we are truly blessed.