In a realm where shadows dance with light,
And trees whisper secrets of the night,
A forest blooms with dreams untold,
Where magic weaves in threads of gold.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Faeries flutter, their wings unseen,
They sing of love and ancient lore,
Of heroes’ quests and battles sore.

The moonlight casts a silvery hue,
On pathways lined with morning dew,
Leading wanderers to realms afar,
Guided by the North Star.

In this enchanted forest deep,
Where dreams and reality gently seep,
One finds a world of endless grace,
A timeless, boundless, sacred place.