In the heart of the emerald woods,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
A symphony of whispers hums,
As nature weaves its ancient tales.

The brook’s laughter, soft and clear,
Mirrors the sky’s azure grace,
While shadows play on mossy stones,
In this serene, enchanted place.

Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Their petals kissed by morning dew,
As birds’ sweet songs fill the air,
A melody both fresh and true.

Beneath the canopy so grand,
Life pulsates with every breath,
And in this timeless, sacred land,
We find our essence, free from death.