Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers sigh,
Leaves dance to the rhythm of the gentle breeze.
Sunbeams filter through, painting golden dreams,
On the forest floor where secrets lie.

Streams weave their tales in murmurs soft,
Reflecting skies in their tranquil embrace.
Stones, worn smooth by time’s gentle hand,
Guard the paths where wanderers loft.

Mountains rise, majestic and serene,
Cloaked in mists of morning’s gentle glow.
Their peaks touch the heavens, proud and free,
Silhouettes against the azure sheen.

In this sanctuary of earth’s pure art,
Every breath is a gift of renewal and grace.
Nature’s symphony plays on endlessly,
Whispering peace into the soul’s heart.