In the heart of the forest glade, so serene and still,
Where the trees whisper secrets, and the brook runs at will,
Nature’s symphony plays, with the bird’s sweet trill,
A tranquil haven, untouched by the noise, so surreal.
Majestic giants stand tall, with roots deep in the earth,
Their branches reach out, welcoming each new birth,
In this peaceful haven, where time holds no dearth,
The tranquility of the glade, in all its quiet mirth.
The air is filled with scents, of wildflowers in bloom,
The sun peeks through the leaves, casting a soft, golden gloom,
The spirit finds solace, in the forest’s sacred room,
In this untouched haven, where nature reclaims its room.
Here, the soul finds refuge, from the chaos outside,
In the dance of the leaves, and the whispers of the tide,
In the tranquil solitude, where worries are denied,
Peace reigns supreme, in this forest glade so wide.