In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows play and creatures dance,
The moonlight spills its silver gleam,
On gentle paws, a mystic trance.
The foxes weave through tangled dreams,
Their eyes aglow with ancient light,
The owls serenade the night,
With songs that echo through the streams.
Beneath the boughs, the deer stand still,
In reverence to the nightâs embrace,
While fireflies lend their fleeting grace,
To paint the dark with glowing will.
The world breathes soft in nature’s palm,
As stars look down with tender gaze,
In this realm of quiet praise,
Where wild hearts find their gentle calm.