In the heart of the ancient grove, where shadows play,
Whispering pines tell tales of yesteryear’s glow,
Each rustling leaf a memory, in nature’s grand ballet,
A silent song of secrets only the forest knows.

Sunlight filters through a canopy so high,
Dappling the forest floor with golden light,
A mosaic of life where creatures softly sigh,
In the embrace of twilight, day turns to night.

The babbling brook sings harmony with the breeze,
Moss-covered stones echo stories long untold,
In this serene haven, where time seems to freeze,
The forest breathes life, ancient and bold.

As nightfall descends, stars wink from above,
Shadows deepen, painting tales in the dark,
In this sylvan sanctuary, peace and love,
The forest’s heart beats, leaving its mark.