In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
The whispers of the wild come alive at dusk.
Creatures great and small, in their own way,
Sing songs of survival, in nature they trust.

The owl hoots softly, a guardian of the night,
His eyes like amber, glowing with ancient lore.
Beneath his watch, the woodland takes flight,
Every leaf and twig, a story to explore.

The fox moves swiftly, in moonlight’s embrace,
A flash of red, a shadow in the mist.
With cunning and grace, he leaves no trace,
A master of stealth, by nature kissed.

The deer stand silent, in a meadow so green,
Gentle hearts beating, in the still of the night.
They listen to the whispers, so soft and serene,
In the symphony of the wild, they find delight.