In the depths where silence speaks,Amidst the towering guardians old,Whispering winds in the canopy creeks,Stories of secrets untold.The sun spills through in golden streams,Painting the forest floor with light,Where dreams weave into the seams,Of day and the approaching night.The rustle of leaves in gentle sway,Echoes the song of time’s own grace,Here where the spirits of earth lay,In the forest’s eternal embrace.Beneath the boughs where shadows play,A world of wonder softly sings,In every branch and leaf’s ballet,The magic of the forest springs.