Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where sunlight dances in playful streams,
The forest whispers ancient tales,
In a symphony of rustling dreams.

The gentle brook hums a lullaby,
As pebbles play their timeless tune,
While birds compose a melody,
Serenading the golden moon.

In the heart of this verdant realm,
Where time slows in its gentle embrace,
The wildflowers sway in harmony,
Painting the earth with delicate grace.

Here, nature speaks in silent tones,
In every breeze and every sigh,
A reminder of the beauty within,
Where the soul finds its boundless sky.