In the heart of the emerald woods,
Where whispers of the wilderness sing,
A symphony of rustling leaves unfolds,
As nature’s gentle breath takes wing.

The golden sunbeams kiss the streams,
Dancing upon the rippling tides,
With every step, a dream awakes,
In the gentle embrace of nature’s guides.

The daisies nod in silent grace,
As wind caresses their tender stems,
In this sanctuary of peace and light,
Where every soul finds its gems.

Amidst the towering ancient trees,
Wordsworth’s spirit roams so free,
In nature’s arms, we find our home,
In every leaf, a poem to be.