In the heart of ancient woods, where shadows softly play,
The whispers of the forest sing, in a gentle, timeless way.
Each leaf a note, each branch a chord, in nature’s grand ballet,
A symphony of green and gold, beneath the light of day.

The streams that weave through mossy stones, a melody so clear,
Reflect the sky’s embrace, the songbirds’ call so dear.
In every rustling of the breeze, a story we can hear,
Of life and growth, of silent peace, that holds us ever near.

And as the twilight softly falls, and stars begin to gleam,
The forest hums a lullaby, a gentle, soothing dream.
In nature’s arms, we find our rest, beneath the moon’s soft beam,
Enveloped by the forest’s love, within its ancient theme.

So let us wander through these woods, and listen to the song,
For in the whispers of the trees, our hearts will find where they belong.
In nature’s symphony we’ll stay, where time can’t do us wrong,
Embraced by forest’s tender voice, forever true and strong.