A primal forest dances with the day,
where sunlight finds rest and comfort
in the sylvan whispers of laughing leaves.
Where the trees recount ancient tales
from the etchings in their vine-woven bark.

The forest sings a song of vivid color
of verdant greens and deep browns.
Leaves float down to play,
and branches reach out to flood the sky with life
basking in the aura of a gentle sun.

The vibrant melody blossoms
flourishing in the daylight.
Streams of liquid light streak down
caressing the lively leaves
that are swept spiraling skyward.