In the gentle hush beneath the trees,
Where whispers dance with the morning breeze,
The forest sings in emerald hues,
A symphony the heart renews.

Sunlight weaves through branches high,
Painting shadows that softly lie,
On mossy carpets, rich and deep,
Where ancient secrets quietly sleep.

Birds compose a melody sweet,
Their songs a gift, a soft retreat,
In this haven of tranquil grace,
Time slows its ever-rushing pace.

Nature’s canvas, vast and grand,
A masterpiece crafted by unseen hand,
In every leaf, and every stream,
Lies the essence of a timeless dream.