In the heart of the ancient trees,
Where whispers dance with the forest breeze,
Nature’s secrets softly unveiled,
In every leaf and stream detailed.

The river’s song, a gentle hum,
To the beat of the earth’s own drum,
Echoes through the valleys wide,
With every turn, the waters glide.

Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Guardians of this sacred place,
Their peaks kissed by the golden sun,
Watching over all that’s begun.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Nature’s wonders come into view,
A tapestry of life so grand,
Crafted by the Creator’s hand.