In the quiet dawn, the forest wakes,
A symphony of whispers and gentle sighs,
Leaves rustle as if sharing secrets,
Under the soft embrace of morning skies.

Sunlight dances through the branches,
Painting patterns on the forest floor,
Shadows play in fleeting movements,
As nature’s beauty we all adore.

The air is filled with a fragrant promise,
Of blooming life and gentle rain,
A chorus of birds sings to the morning,
In notes both tender and plain.

Amidst the trees, a world unfolds,
A tapestry of life so grand,
In every corner, a story whispers,
In the heart of this enchanted land.