In the heart of the ancient woods so deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
The whispers of the trees do speak,
Of tales long lost, and spirits meek.

Beneath the canopy, where sunlight’s rare,
The forest breathes a sacred air,
Each leaf and branch with life does share,
A symphony of nature’s care.

The paths are winding, roots entwined,
With every step, a world defined,
By whispers soft and whispers kind,
In the woods, our souls aligned.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through nature’s realm, a timeless land,
In the ancient woods, we’ll understand,
The whispers of the trees so grand.