In the heart of the ancient woods,
Where the sunlight softly weaves,
Shadows dance on emerald leaves,
And time quietly retreats.

The whispers of the flowing stream,
A melody of nature’s grace,
Carving paths through stones and dreams,
In its gentle, endless race.

Beneath the canopy’s embrace,
Where secrets of the forest lie,
Creatures roam in a sacred space,
As clouds drift through the open sky.

The symphony of rustling trees,
A chorus of the earth’s own hymn,
Breathing life into the breeze,
In this timeless, verdant realm.