In the heart of the ancient wood, where shadows dance,
Leaves whisper secrets to the wandering breeze,
Sunlight weaves through branches, a golden trance,
Painting the ground with dappled memories.

The river sings its timeless, gentle song,
Carving paths through stones, smooth and worn,
A melody of life, where echoes belong,
In harmony with the dawn’s early morn.

Mountains stand as guardians, steadfast and bold,
Wrapped in veils of mist, mysterious and grand,
Their silent tales of ages long untold,
Etched in the lines of ancient, weathered land.

Night descends with a blanket of stars aglow,
The moon whispers her lullaby to the night,
Nature’s eternal dance, a gentle flow,
Embracing the world in her tranquil light.