In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where sunlight dances with the leaves,
The whispers of the forest speak,
Of secrets hidden in the trees.

The gentle rustle of the breeze,
A melody so soft and kind,
It carries tales of time gone by,
And dreams that nature left behind.

The river sings a lullaby,
As it weaves through stones and moss,
Its waters tell of journeys far,
And treasures found at little cost.

At night, the stars above do shine,
A canvas of celestial light,
They watch the forest as it sleeps,
And guard its dreams until the night.