In the forest, whispers flow,
Through the leaves where breezes blow,
Nature’s song in gentle rhyme,
Echoes softly, keeping time.

Birds and branches, in duet,
Harmonize, no need to fret,
Stream and stone in sync they sing,
Melodies of coming spring.

Sunlight dances on the streams,
Casting shadows, weaving dreams,
Every rustle, every sound,
Nature’s symphony profound.

Listen closely, hearts attune,
To the forest’s ancient tune,
Rhyming nature, wild and free,
Sings its song to you and me.