Among the ancient trees where shadows play,
The melody of whispers softly sings,
A dance of light where gentle breezes sway,
In harmony with nature’s secret strings.
The rustling leaves compose a timeless tune,
As sunlight filters through the emerald veil,
A symphony beneath the watchful moon,
Where dreams and reality entwine without fail.
The river’s gentle murmur joins the choir,
Its silver voice a lullaby of peace,
Unfolding tales of love and lost desire,
In every ripple, new stories find release.
So let us wander through this sacred glade,
Embracing silence, finding solace here,
Where nature’s beauty never seems to fade,
In the heart of the forest, pure and clear.