Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers softly dance,
Leaves rustle in a gentle breeze, a timeless, sweet romance.
Sunlight filters through the boughs, casting golden light,
Painting dreams upon the earth, a serene, ethereal sight.

Rivers sing their endless song, a melody so pure,
Carving paths through timeless stone, their destiny unsure.
Reflecting skies of azure blue, clouds drift in silent grace,
Embracing all of nature’s gifts, in this enchanted space.

Mountains stand in majesty, guardians of the dawn,
Cloaked in mists of morning light, until the night is drawn.
Echoes of the ages past, in every rock and tree,
A tapestry of life unfolds, in boundless harmony.

In the heart of nature’s realm, where time itself stands still,
The poetry of earth is born, in every vale and hill.
Listen to the whispers soft, in every breeze and stream,
For in the arms of nature’s grace, we find our truest dream.