In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance in quiet grace,
The gentle breeze tells ancient tales,
Of time and place, of nature’s face.

Amidst the rustling leaves and boughs,
Lies a world untouched by haste,
Where silence sings in subtle tones,
And every step leaves no trace.

The golden light through branches weaves,
A tapestry of dreams untold,
In the solitude of nature’s arms,
A timeless peace we gently hold.

For in these woods, where Frost once tread,
Nature speaks in whispered prose,
Inviting souls to pause and breathe,
Embracing all that life bestows.