Whispers of the Forest

In the heart of emerald woods,

Where ancient giants dwell,

Whispers weave through leafy hoods,

Stories only they can tell.

Mossy carpets underfoot,

Softly cradle fleeting light,

Where streams in silver ribbons put

Stars to shame at fall of night.

Birdsong paints the canvas sky,

A symphony so sweet and clear,

Echoes of a lullaby,

Peaceful, timeless, without fear.

Nature's hand, with gentle grace,

Tender breath upon the earth,

Leaves an imprint, soft embrace,

A reminder of our birth.

Let us pause, with hearts entwined,

In this sanctuary, hushed,

Where the soul and nature find

Symmetry in whispers brushed.