In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance with the light,
The creatures of the forest sing,
Their melodies take flight.

The eagle soars with regal grace,
Its eyes sharp as the dawn,
While beneath, the foxes chase,
Through meadows freshly drawn.

The wolves howl to the silver moon,
A chorus wild and free,
The frogs join in with croaking tunes,
In nature’s symphony.

Beneath the stars, the night birds call,
Their songs a lullaby,
In every note, in every fall,
The wild breathes a sigh.