In the forest deep, where shadows creep,
The nightingale sings, while the fireflies sweep.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery beam,
Creatures gather in a dreamlike seam.

The owl hoots softly, in the night’s embrace,
While the fox with grace begins its chase.
Rustling leaves tell tales untold,
Of ancient secrets the woods hold.

The wolf’s cry echoes, wild and free,
A haunting song of the untamed sea.
Stars above, like diamonds, gleam,
Illuminating the forest’s timeless dream.

As dawn approaches, the whispers fade,
Creatures retreat to the cool, dark shade.
Yet in the heart of the woods, they remain,
Awaiting night’s sweet refrain.