In the forest deep, where shadows play,
The whispering trees begin their sway.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
The secrets of the night they show.

The gentle breeze begins to dance,
Through leaves and branches, it does prance.
With every gust, a tale is told,
Of ancient times and myths of old.

The river’s song, a soothing tune,
Reflects the light of the pale moon.
It flows with grace, so pure and free,
A mirror of eternity.

The stars above, like diamonds bright,
Illuminate the silent night.
Nature’s beauty, vast and grand,
Forever in our hearts will stand.