In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where ancient trees stand tall and wise,
A symphony of leaves begins its song,
Beneath the watchful moonlit skies.
The gentle rustle of the branches,
Tells tales of time and endless grace,
A dance of shadows on the forest floor,
In natureâs warm, embracing space.
The brook that babbles through the stones,
Carries secrets of the earth and sky,
It sings a tune of life and dreams,
As night-time creatures pass it by.
In this world of quiet wonder,
Where peace resides in every breath,
The whispering woods hold an eternal truth,
A promise of life beyond the death.