In the heart of the forest, where whispers reside,
The ancient trees dance with graceful pride.
Their leaves rustle softly in the gentle breeze,
Telling tales of time and memories with ease.

The sun filters through the canopy’s embrace,
Casting golden patterns, a delicate lace.
Shadows play upon the forest floor,
A dance of light and dark forevermore.

Birds join the chorus with melodious song,
Filling the air where spirits belong.
The harmony of nature, a symphony vast,
Echoes through ages, forever to last.

In this sacred place, where time stands still,
The soul finds peace, and the heart its fill.
The dance of the forest, a timeless trance,
Invites all who wander to join in the dance.