In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
The whispers of the leaves sing a timeless song,
A symphony of nature, in a delicate trance,
Where every tree and creature belongs.

The light filters gently through the emerald canopy,
Painting dappled patterns on the forest floor,
A serene ballet of sunbeams, gracefully,
Illuminating secrets of the woodland lore.

The rustling leaves tell tales of yesteryears,
Of ancient roots and branches intertwined,
In harmony with the wind’s gentle whispers,
A story of life, so beautifully aligned.

As twilight descends, the forest hums softly,
Crickets join in with their nocturnal hymn,
In this tranquil haven, so pure and lofty,
Nature’s eternal melody, forever within.