In a corner of the gentle earth,
Where leaves whisper tales untold,
The small woods cradle quiet mirth,
In shades of green and gold.

Amidst humble ferns and mossy beds,
Where sunlight softly weaves,
The gentle rustle overhead,
A song of nature’s eaves.

Tiny blooms in colors bright,
Adorn the paths so small,
Their petals catch the morning light,
Where dewdrops gently fall.

Here in the woods, a world confined,
Yet vast in heart and soul,
Nature’s whispers, intertwined,
In the small, the infinite whole.