In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where leaves murmur secrets untold,
The ancient oaks stand tall, profound,
Guardians of stories from ages old.

The moonlight weaves through branches high,
Stars dance like fireflies in a gentle breeze,
Each shadow sings a lullaby,
In this sacred grove of endless peace.

Paths of moss lead to hidden springs,
Where time flows soft and memories gleam,
Echoes of laughter, the rustle of wings,
In the heart of the forest, we dream.

Here, where silence speaks in gentle tones,
And the earth cradles every step we take,
The whispering woods, a world of its own,
Where souls find solace for their sake.