In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where moonbeams dance on ancient trees,
The night breathes a silent melody,
A symphony of leaves in the breeze.

Stars twinkle like scattered dreams,
Above the canopies so high,
Nature’s lullaby softly sings,
As shadows weave and sigh.

The river’s song in silver streams,
Murmurs secrets to the night,
While owls call in haunting tones,
Beneath the pale moonlight.

The forest holds its timeless tales,
In every branch and root and stone,
A sanctuary where spirits dwell,
In nature’s embrace, we are home.