In the forest, where the shadows play,
The creatures of the night come out to dance,
Underneath the moon’s soft, silvered ray,
They move in a timeless, ancient trance.

The owl hoots a song of hidden dreams,
While the wolf’s howl echoes through the trees,
The river whispers with its gentle streams,
And the leaves rustle with the evening breeze.

The deer’s eyes gleam with a cautious grace,
As it steps lightly on the forest floor,
In this sacred, untamed, wild place,
Nature’s symphony forevermore.

From the tiniest ant to the mightiest bear,
Each life a note in a grand, wild tune,
Together they sing, in the cool, crisp air,
Under the watchful gaze of the moon.