In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Amongst the leaves, where sunlight dances gay,
Whispers of secrets, the ancient trees say,
A symphony of green, in nature’s own way.

Roots delve deep, in the embrace of the earth,
Nourished by rain, in a cycle of rebirth,
Branches reach high, to the sky’s vast girth,
A testament to life, and its endless worth.

Flowers bloom bright, in colors arrayed,
Petals unfold, where once they were swayed,
Nature’s own palette, meticulously displayed,
In the quiet of dawn, or the twilight’s shade.

In every blade of grass, in each tiny seed,
Lies a story of growth, and a promise to heed,
A world interconnected, in word and in deed,
A lesson of patience, and a life to lead.