In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance and secrets brood,
A symphony of silence reigns,
Echoes of the ancient strains.

Beneath the canopy’s emerald veil,
Whispers of the past prevail,
Tales of old and dreams unseen,
In the forest’s timeless green.

The moonlight weaves through branches high,
A silver thread against the sky,
Stars like lanterns softly gleam,
Guardians of the wood’s dark dream.

In the stillness, the soul finds rest,
A tranquil heart in nature’s nest,
In the whispering woods, we see,
The eternal dance of mystery.