Whispers of the forest

In the heart of ancient woods, where sunlight softly gleams,

Whispers of the forest sing in tranquil, timeless streams.

Through the canopy they wander, gentle leaves that sway,

In their murmured melodies, the day begins to sway.

The breeze becomes a symphony, a tranquil lullaby,

As nature's chorus fills the air beneath the azure sky.

The songbirds join the chorus with their sweet and lilting calls,

Their melodies like ribbons, weaving through the forest halls.

Beneath the towering trees, where shadows dance and play,

The streamlet's laughter echoes, through the dappled light of day.

And in the hush of evening, as the stars begin to gleam,

The whispers of the forest fade into a whispered dream.

So let us wander, hand in hand, where ancient spirits roam,

And listen to the whispers of the forest, calling us back home.

For in its tranquil embrace, we find our hearts at rest,

In the whispers of the forest, where nature's song is blessed.