In the heart of the whispering woods,
Beneath the silver crescent’s glow,
Creatures gather from near and far,
To dance in shadows, soft and slow.

The lion roars a mighty call,
Echoing through the starry night,
While fireflies flicker, guiding paths,
Their gentle light, a wondrous sight.

The owl, wise guardian of the trees,
Watches with eyes like ancient stones,
As wolves sing hymns to the rising moon,
In haunting, harmonious tones.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
All creatures find their rightful place,
In nature’s grand, eternal dance,
A testament to time and space.