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Whispers of the Forest
In the heart of ancient woods,Where Sunlight dances through leaves,
The forest breathes its secrets, A symphony of rustling trees.
Moss-clad stones and babbling brooks,
Nature canvas painted green,
Wildflowers bloom in quite grace,
Their fragrant hues a tranquil scene.
Bird song weaves through dappled glades,
As butterfly flutter on the breeze,
And in the huse of twilight's embrace,
The forest Whisper ancient memories.
So let us wander, hand in hand ,Amongst ferns and ferry fronds, For in Nature embrace, we find solace ,And hear the Earth’s eternal song .
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The forest breathes its secrets, A symphony of rustling trees.
Moss-clad stones and babbling brooks,
Nature canvas painted green,
Wildflowers bloom in quite grace,
Their fragrant hues a tranquil scene.
Bird song weaves through dappled glades,
As butterfly flutter on the breeze,
And in the huse of twilight's embrace,
The forest Whisper ancient memories.
So let us wander, hand in hand ,Amongst ferns and ferry fronds, For in Nature embrace, we find solace ,And hear the Earth’s eternal song .
© All Rights Reserved
