In the quiet hush of morning’s breath,
Where dewdrops cling to emerald dreams,
The forest whispers tales untold,
Beneath the canopy of ancient beams.

Sunlight weaves through branches high,
Casting shadows of golden grace,
Each leaf a note in nature’s hymn,
A symphony played at nature’s pace.

The brook sings softly to the stones,
Its melody a gentle caress,
While fern and flower, in vibrant hues,
Dance in the wind’s tender embrace.

Here in the heart of timeless woods,
Silence speaks in a thousand tongues,
And every rustle, every sigh,
Is a story sung, forever young.