Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Where sunlight dances in golden streams,
The forest whispers secrets old,
In tales of wonder yet untold.

The river’s song, a gentle hum,
Through ancient roots, its waters run,
Reflecting skies of azure blue,
In nature’s gaze, serenity true.

The wind, a painter, swift and free,
Brushes leaves with artistry,
Each stroke a testament of grace,
In this enchanted, sacred space.

As twilight falls, the stars alight,
Guiding dreams through the night,
In nature’s arms, we find our peace,
A bond with earth that will not cease.