In the heart of the silent woods,
Where whispers of the leaves entwine,
The shadows dance in solitude,
Beneath the ancient, watchful pines.

A stream sings softly to the night,
Its melody a gentle call,
Guiding the wanderer’s weary sight,
Through paths where moonlit secrets fall.

The stars above a silent choir,
Their light a tapestry of dreams,
Weaving tales of forgotten fire,
In the quiet of the moon’s soft beams.

Here in the woods, the world fades away,
With every echo, every sigh,
A tranquil haven where the soul may stay,
And gently let the worries fly.