In the whispering woods where shadows play,
Creatures gather at the break of day.
From gentle deer to the wise old owl,
Nature’s chorus begins to howl.

Beneath the canopy, a fox darts by,
Its eyes gleaming like the evening sky.
The river sings with a babbling tune,
As fireflies waltz beneath the moon.

A chorus of frogs in the shimmering pond,
Joins the crickets in a harmonious bond.
The nightingale’s song, so sweet and clear,
Echoes softly for all to hear.

In this haven where the wild hearts roam,
Every creature finds its home.
The whispering woods, a magical place,
Where animals dance in nature’s embrace.