In whispered groves where shadows play,
the sunbeams dance and gently sway.
Emerald leaves in soft embrace
drape nature's grace on tranquil space.

The river hums a silver song,
through forest paths where willows long,
their branches kiss the mirrored stream,
and glide within a twilight dream.

Mountains rise with timeless pride,
their peaks in clouded veils reside.
Valleys fold in calm repose,
while wildflowers silently pose.

Morning dew, a crystal veil,
adorns the meadow where breezes sail.
At dusk, the sky in fading hue
paints the horizon's quiet view.

In every leaf, in every breeze,
in hills and whispering seas,
nature speaks, serene, profound,
a timeless symphony of sound.