A beautiful poem about the forest

 

 

Beneath a canopy of emerald green, Sunlight filters, dappled and serene. A symphony of leaves in gentle sway, Whispers secrets as the breezes play.

Trunks of giants, reaching to the sky, Moss-clad guardians, watching seasons fly. Forest floor, a tapestry of brown, Where hidden creatures softly creep and clown.

Sunlight paints a fleeting golden hue, On mushrooms peeking, shy and new. A hidden stream, a crystal thread, Through whispering ferns, its secrets spread.

The forest breathes, a calming sigh, A sanctuary beneath the open sky. Here worries fade, and spirits mend, A timeless echo, that will never end.