In the whispering woods, where shadows play,
Beneath the moon’s gentle, guiding ray,
Creatures gather in silent delight,
To weave their tales in the quilt of night.

The foxes dart through emerald glade,
Their eyes aglow, in mystery arrayed,
Owls hoot softly, wisdom they share,
Echoes of night in the cool, crisp air.

Beneath the canopy, the deer tread light,
Their graceful forms blend with the night,
A symphony of rustles and sighs,
As stars twinkle in the vast, velvet skies.

In this realm where nature’s secrets lie,
The heart finds peace, and the soul can fly,
Among the creatures, in moonlit trance,
In the whispering woods, where dreams can dance.