In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight dances with gentle grace,
The leaves sing songs of ancient moods,
While shadows weave a warm embrace.

Majestic trees stand tall and wise,
Guardians of secrets deep and old,
Their branches sketch the vast blue skies,
Tales of the forest silently told.

A brook meanders with a silver gleam,
Its murmur a soothing, timeless rhyme,
Reflecting dreams in its gentle stream,
Weaving moments beyond space and time.

Here in this realm of tranquil delight,
Where nature’s breath is pure and free,
The whispering woods ignite the night,
With stars that sing in harmony.