The forest breathes in rustling leaves, A tapestry of green and gold; Sunlight dances through branches, In this secret world untold.
Each step upon the forest floor, Is a prayer to the ancient trees; Their wisdom flows in rivers deep, In every rustle, every breeze.
Come, wander through this sacred space, Embrace the wild, the untamed heart; Nurture the spirit of nature’s grace, For in its arms, we shall not part.
- Arthur Rimbaud