In the quiet of the forest, where the shadows gently play,
The whispering trees share secrets, in a most enchanting way.
Their leaves sway with the stories, of times both old and new,
In the language of the forest, understood by just a few.
The breeze joins in the ballet, with a graceful, silent dance,
It weaves between the branches, giving nature a fleeting glance.
Each gust a gentle partner, in this timeless, endless waltz,
They move in perfect harmony, without errors or faults.
The mossy ground beneath them, a carpet soft and green,
Cushions their every movement, as if in a serene dream.
It listens to their whispers, absorbing every word,
The stories of the forest, in its heart forever heard.
As twilight softly settles, and the stars begin to gleam,
The whispering trees and dancing breeze, become a nightly theme.
Together they create a world, where natureâs soul is freed,
In the forest’s silent symphony, fulfilling every need.