Amidst the quiet of the ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances with the leaves,
A symphony of nature’s gentle breeze,
Whispers secrets one believes.

The streams that trickle through the mossy glades,
Sing songs of ages, pure and free,
In Wordsworth’s realm where beauty never fades,
A tranquil haven for the soul to see.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Their petals kissed by morning dew,
In every corner, nature’s muse,
Inspires hearts to start anew.

So walk the paths where poets tread,
And feel the pulse of nature’s grace,
In Wordsworth’s world, by beauty led,
Find peace within this sacred space.