In the forest green where the trees stand tall,
And the leaves whisper secrets to all,
A gentle breeze blows through the air,
And the birds sing sweetly without a care.
The sun peeks through the leaves above,
And bathes the earth in a warm, soft love,
A beam of light that touches all,
And turns the forest into a magical hall.
The flowers bloom in shades of gold,
Their petals open, bold and bold,
And as the butterflies dance around,
A symphony of colors can be found.
The scent of pine fills up the air,
As the forest creatures come out to share,
Their songs, their stories, their daily grind,
And the beauty of nature, so pure and kind.
Oh, how lucky are those who dwell,
In this wondrous, mystical, magical spell,
Where the world is alive with beauty and grace,
And every moment is a precious embrace.
(Dihash).
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