Whisper in the Woods

In the stillness of the morning light,

The forest breathes, so pure and bright,

A symphony of leaves that sway,

To greet the dawn of a brand-new day.

The river hums a gentle tune,

Reflecting softly against the silver moon,

Each drop a story, each breeze a song,

In nature’s arms, where we belong.

The mountains stand, both proud and tall,

Guardians of secrets they won’t let fall,

While flowers bloom in colours deep,

As nature begins to fall asleep.

In every branch, in every stone,

A silent peace is softly sown,

For in the wild, where life runs free,

We find true serenity.