In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where time stands still and whispers flow,
The trees remember what we never could,
Secrets of the earth they quietly know.

Sunlight filters through the emerald leaves,
Casting shadows that dance on the ground,
A symphony of rustling, nature weaves,
In this sanctuary, peace is found.

The gentle stream sings a lullaby,
Its waters clear, a mirror to the sky,
Reflecting dreams as they drift by,
In this haven, spirits fly high.

Here lies the essence of forgotten lore,
In every leaf and every stone,
A tale of life from days of yore,
In this forest, we’re never alone.