In the heart of the wood, where the wildflowers sway,
a delicate balance of night and of day.
The fragrance of earth mixed with sun’s golden rays,
fills the spirit with life in a fervent ballet.

Birdsong awakens, in sweet lilting tunes,
where the deer grace the glades, under the sway of the moons.
Each flicker of light through the leaves overhead,
paints a portrait of splendor where nature has tread.

• Émile Zola