I. The Forest’s Call
Beneath the boughs where shadows play,
The pines do whisper, soft and gray.
Their voices hum a lulling tune,
Beneath the pale and waning moon.
The wind, a bard with fleeting breath,
Sings tales of life, of love, of death.
Oh, traveler, pause and heed their sound,
For wisdom dwells where trees are crowned.
II. The Brook’s Serenade
A silver thread through emerald glade,
The laughing brook its path has laid.
With rippling notes, it dances free,
A liquid song of ecstasy.
The ferns do bow, the mosses cling,
As water hums of spring’s first fling.
Oh, list’ close—its murmurs sweet
Are nature’s heart in rhythm’s beat.
III. The Twilight’s Farewell
The sun now dips in crimson hue,
And paints the world in gold and blue.
The pines stand tall in solemn grace,
Their arms outstretched in dark embrace.
The stars awake, one by one,
Their silver light on earth is spun.
So rest, dear soul, the night is near—
The forest keeps its vigil here.
