In the quiet of the forest deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets sleep,
The moonlight weaves through branches high,
Painting silver paths in the sky.

The gentle rustle of the leaves,
A melody the night conceives,
Whispers tales of days gone by,
Of winds that sang and stars that cry.

The river hums a lullaby,
To rocks and reeds that softly sigh,
Its journey endless, wild, and free,
A mirror to the vast, wide sea.

Beneath the canopy, dreams take flight,
Carried on the wings of night,
Nature’s song in heart’s embrace,
A timeless dance, a sacred space.