Whispering winds, beneath the silent trees, In this dance with nature, feeling the unseen. Caught in the rhythm, amidst the forest's green. Crystal rivers, a mirror of the serene sky, In their reflections, secrets of the earth lie. A sight so pure, it could make grown angels cry. Golden sunset, a final bow before the night, Nature’s sonnet, painting scenes of soft twilight. We are but shadows, bathed in her gentle light. [outro][end]
