Beneath the canopy, a gentle sigh,
Where sunlight dapples through the leaves,
The woods hold secrets in their silent cry,
A tapestry of time that never grieves.

The mossy paths, where footsteps softly tread,
Lead to realms where dreams and echoes blend,
In every rustle, ancient stories spread,
The woods, our guide, our eternal friend.

Shadows play upon the forest floor,
Their dance a waltz of mystery and grace,
Each breath of wind a whispered lore,
In this sacred, tranquil space.

And as the stars begin their gentle rise,
The trees hum softly to the night’s refrain,
In the woods, where all the spirit flies,
We find our peace, our solace from the pain.