In the heart of the forest, where whispers reside,
Beneath the ancient trees, where secrets hide.
A symphony of rustling leaves, a gentle breeze,
The whispering woods, where time seems to freeze.

Through the mist, where shadows dance and play,
The spirits of the past, come out to sway.
Their stories etched in bark, in roots so deep,
In the whispering woods, where memories sleep.

The moonlight filters through the canopy above,
Illuminating paths, in the forest of love.
Each step a journey, each breath a song,
In the whispering woods, where souls belong.

A haven for the dreamers, the lost, the found,
In the whispering woods, where solace is bound.
A place of magic, of wonder, of peace,
The whispering woods, where all worries cease.