In the heart of the verdant forest deep,
Where the ancient trees their secrets keep,
Lies a love as pure as morning’s light,
A symphony of nature’s gentle might.

The breeze that dances through the leaves,
Sings a song that never grieves,
Whispering tales of love untold,
In hues of green and sunlight gold.

Amidst the flowers’ vibrant hue,
A bond of love that’s ever true,
Nature’s heart beats in tender rhyme,
Through seasons’ dance, a love sublime.

Beneath the sky’s expansive dome,
In nature’s arms, we find our home,
A love that echoes through the trees,
Carried gently by the whispering breeze.