Beneath the emerald canopy, I find my peace,
Where whispers of the wind never cease.
The rustling leaves, a gentle lullaby,
Singing songs of nature, as I lie by.

Streams of silver, flowing free,
Reflecting the sky, the birds, the tree.
Their melody, a soothing balm,
In nature’s arms, I find my calm.

Mountains tall, their peaks so grand,
Guardians of this tranquil land.
Their silent strength, a comfort deep,
In their shadow, I peacefully sleep.

As the sun sets, casting golden light,
Stars emerge, twinkling bright.
In this haven, so pure and true,
I find my soul, renewed, anew.