In the heart of the ancient woods,
Where time stands still and silence broods,
The whispers of the trees unfold,
Stories of the past, untold.

Beneath the canopy, a world unseen,
A tapestry of vibrant green,
The dance of shadows, light’s embrace,
Nature’s symphony, a sacred place.

Streams that murmur secrets low,
Through valleys deep, they gently flow,
Reflecting skies of azure blue,
A mirror to the heavens’ hue.

The scent of earth, both fresh and old,
A tale of life in loam and mold,
In every leaf and every bough,
The forest breathes, eternal now.