In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance in moonlit glow,
The creatures roam with silent grace,
In nature’s symphony, they softly flow.

The owl sings its haunting tune,
Beneath the stars that gently gleam,
A guardian of the night it stands,
Watching over the forest’s dream.

With nimble feet, the foxes play,
Amongst the leaves of gold and green,
Their laughter echoes through the night,
In a world unseen but felt serene.

As dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
The forest wakes to greet the day,
In harmony, all creatures rise,
To greet the sun’s warm, golden ray.