In the heart of the ancient grove,
Where moonlight dances with the leaves,
Magic weaves through whispered winds,
And time itself gently breathes.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Shadows play with beams of light,
Fairies sing in hushed tones,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
Streams of silver gently flow,
Reflecting dreams of distant lands,
While creatures of legend roam,
Leaving footprints in the sands.
In this realm where myths are born,
Hearts awaken to the call,
For in the enchanted forest’s embrace,
We find a piece of wonder in us all.