In the depth of the forest, where shadows ensconce,
a harmony dwells in nature’s true response.
Each leaf whispers secrets, each branch tells a tale,
in the cradle of silence, where all dreams prevail.

The brook dances gently, with soft, murmuring calls,
as sunlight filters down through the green, fluttering halls.
Life pulses around in a rhythmic embrace,
where the wild world abounds, and the heart finds its place.

• Émile Zola