In the heart of the whispering trees,
Lies a world untouched by time,
Where the breeze carries ancient tales,
And the leaves dance to nature’s rhyme.

The sun filters through emerald canopies,
Painting the ground with golden light,
Shadows play in gentle harmony,
As day slowly surrenders to night.

Streams of silver weave through the earth,
Singing songs of a forgotten past,
Each ripple a memory, each wave a dream,
In this realm where magic is cast.

Here, in the silence of the Enchanted Forest,
One finds solace, peace, and grace,
A refuge from the world’s chaos,
A sacred, timeless place.