In the heart of whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances on emerald leaves,
Shadows play a tender tune,
Among the ancient, towering trees.

A gentle breeze carries secrets old,
Stories of earth and sky entwined,
Murmured by the brook’s gentle flow,
In a language only silence knows.

The mossy paths lead deeper still,
Where time stands still in nature’s grasp,
And every heartbeat echoes soft,
In the sanctuary of the past.

Beneath the canopy’s embrace,
Dreams awaken in the forest’s hush,
Where every leaf and shadow sings,
In harmony with the soul’s quiet rush.