In the heart of the ancient woods, where magic weaves its tale,
Beneath the canopy of stars, the moonlight softly pales.
Shadows dance with mystic grace, as night begins to fall,
In this realm of forgotten dreams, where fantasies enthrall.

The silver streams of twilight gleam, like threads of timeless lore,
Where whispers of the past converge, and secrets are implored.
Fairies flit on gossamer wings, through realms of emerald green,
In the silence of the midnight hour, where only dreams are seen.

Enchanted creatures roam the night, with eyes that softly glow,
Guardians of the sacred light, where ancient rivers flow.
Beneath the boughs of ageless trees, the air is thick with song,
A melody of ages past, where all the lost belong.

So wander through this mystic land, where fantasies take flight,
And lose yourself in woven spells, beneath the starry night.
For in the whispers of the woods, the heart shall find its peace,
In the realm of the enchanted, where all our dreams release.