In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight gently spills and floods,
The forest breathes a timeless song,
A melody where dreams belong.

The ancient oaks stand bold and wise,
Their branches reach the endless skies,
Leaves rustle tales of days long past,
In shadows deep, their secrets cast.

A stream meanders, crystal clear,
Its laughter echoes far and near,
While creatures roam in gentle grace,
In this enchanted, sacred space.

As dusk descends, the moonlight weaves,
A tapestry of silver leaves,
In silence, nature’s heart reveals,
The magic that the forest heals.