Beneath the ancient canopy, where shadows dance and play,
The whispers of the woods at twilight’s gentle sway.
A symphony of rustling leaves, a lullaby so sweet,
The secrets of the forest, where earth and sky do meet.

In the heart of twilight’s glow, where mysteries unfold,
The trees, they stand like guardians, their stories to be told.
The moonlight filters softly through branches high and grand,
Painting silver pathways across this enchanted land.

The owls begin their evening song, a chorus in the night,
While fireflies like lanterns glow, adding to the sight.
The air is thick with magic, as stars begin to gleam,
The woods alive with wonder, like a never-ending dream.

So wander through this twilight realm, where time itself stands still,
And listen to the whispers that the ancient woods distill.
For in this place of beauty, where nature’s heart does beat,
You’ll find a piece of heaven, where earth and sky do meet.