In the heart of the ancient wood, where time stands still, \nThe whispering leaves share secrets untold. \nSunlight filters through the emerald canopy, \nPainting the earth with golden hues and shadows bold.
The gentle stream sings a melody of peace, \nCradling the stones in its tender embrace. \nIts waters reflect the skyâs endless grace, \nA mirror of serenity, a moment of release.
Wildflowers bloom in a riot of color and cheer, \nDancing to the rhythm of the gentle breeze. \nThey sway and stretch, reaching for the sun, \nIn this meadow, where every heart finds ease.
The forest breathes, a living entity of dreams, \nA tapestry woven with lifeâs intricate threads. \nHere, in natureâs cradle, the soul finds rest, \nIn the embrace of the timeless, where every spirit is fed.