In the gentle cradle of the ancient woods, \nLeaves whisper tales of time and change, \nTheir dances weave the fabric of the earth, \nIn shadows where the sun’s rays gently range.

Beneath the canopy, rivers softly sing, \nA melody of life in constant flow, \nTheir currents carve the stories of the land, \nThrough valleys deep and mountains draped in snow.

The wind, a silent poet of the skies, \nPaints clouds with dreams of distant shores, \nIt carries scents of pine and blooming flowers, \nA breath of life that nature’s heart restores.

As twilight falls, the stars begin to glow, \nGuardians of the night in endless flight, \nThey guide the moon across the velvet seas, \nIn nature’s embrace, all is calm and right.