Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight weaves through leaves unseen,
The ancient forest hums a tune,
A melody of night and noon.

Each tree a sentinel, wise and old,
With stories in their rings retold,
Of creatures, shadows, light, and shade,
In this eternal woodland glade.

The whisper of the wind so light,
Through branches casting eerie sight,
Serenades the heart and mind,
With secrets left for us to find.

In every step, a tale unfolds,
Of mysteries and legends bold,
The ancient forest, vast and grand,
A timeless, enchanted, sacred land.