In the gentle sighs of whispering trees,
The forest breathes a timeless song.
Leaves dance in the embrace of the breeze,
Creating melodies where souls belong.
The river, a silver thread in the land,
Sings softly to the stones it kisses,
Its journey traced by nature’s hand,
A tale of dreams and subtle wishes.
Mountains stand as ancient sentinels,
Cloaked in mists of morning’s grace,
Their peaks touch the sky’s vast wells,
Guardians of this sacred space.
Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A canvas vast and deep and wide,
Nature’s beauty silently holds,
A world where magic and peace reside.