In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
The trees whisper secrets of the ancient day.
Sunlight dances through leaves, a gentle glow,
Painting stories on the ground below.

The wind sings softly, a lullaby of old,
Carrying tales of mysteries untold.
Among the branches, life finds its way,
In the cradle of green, where spirits sway.

The brook murmurs gently, a soothing song,
Guiding the weary traveler along.
Moss carpets the earth, a vibrant hue,
In this sacred place where dreams renew.

As night descends, the stars gently gleam,
The forest hums with a timeless dream.
In this haven where the wild things grow,
The heart of the forest beats soft and slow.