In the heart of the tranquil forest glade,
Lies a place where dreams are made,
With whispers of the wind through trees,
And songs of birds carried on the breeze.
The crystal-clear brook gently flows,
Reflecting skies where the sunlight glows,
Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Underneath the morning’s dew.
As twilight falls, the stars appear,
Casting a glow so pure and clear,
The moonlight dances on the leaves,
Weaving tales no one believes.
In this haven, hearts find peace,
Worries and troubles gently cease,
A beautiful place where dreams dwell,
A sanctuary where all is well.