In the heart of the ancient forest, whispers softly call,
Through towering trees and emerald leaves, their secrets gently fall.
A symphony of nature’s song, the winds begin to play,
As sunlight dances on the streams, and twilight fades away.

Beneath the canopy so vast, where shadows intertwine,
The whispering winds caress the land, a touch both soft and kind.
Each breath of air, a lover’s sigh, through branches old and wise,
And in the stillness of the night, the stars reflect their eyes.

The flutter of a leaf in flight, the rustle of the grass,
These gentle murmurs echo forth, from ages long to pass.
The ancient forest holds its tales, in whispers of the wind,
A timeless story of the earth, where life and dreams begin.

So listen close and hear the song, that nature softly sings,
In every breeze that stirs the night, and every dawn it brings.
The whispering winds of the ancient wood, a melody so pure,
A testament to nature’s grace, eternal and secure.