Deep in the heart where the shadows lie,
The whispers of the woods softly sigh.
Leaves rustle tales from ancient times,
Singing in rhythm, natureâs rhymes.
Sunlight dances through the canopy,
Painting the ground in golden fantasy.
The trees stand tall, wise and old,
Guardians of secrets never told.
Streams murmur gently, a lullaby’s tune,
Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon.
Creatures of night venture forth,
In this realm, they find their worth.
Embrace the stillness, the calming grace,
Found in the heart of this sacred place.
The woods hold stories, both new and old,
In their embrace, the soul is consoled.