In the gentle hush of morning light,
Where leaves converse in whispers low,
The forest breathes a song of peace,
And bids the weary heart to slow.

Beneath the arch of ancient boughs,
A river sings its timeless tune,
Its waters gleam with silver grace,
Reflecting dreams beneath the moon.

The wind, a soft and tender guide,
Weaves tales of calm through swaying trees,
Each rustling leaf a quiet voice,
That speaks of hope upon the breeze.

Here in nature’s warm embrace,
The soul finds rest, a gentle cease,
In every sound, in every sight,
A world of beauty, love, and peace.