In the heart of the ancient woods,
Where time gently flows unseen,
Whispers of stories long forgotten,
Echo through the emerald green.

Beneath the towering, ageless trees,
Sunlight dances on the forest floor,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
Sings of nature’s boundless lore.

The gentle creek weaves its tale,
Carving paths through earth and stone,
A melody of water’s grace,
In the woods, I’m not alone.

Mysteries held within the shadows,
Guarded by the silent night,
The woods embrace with open arms,
A sanctuary of pure delight.