In the stillness of the night, a gentle breeze does blow,
Through whispering leaves and branches, a tale of wonder grows.
Beneath the moon’s soft glow, shadows dance with grace,
Nature’s secret symphony, in this enchanted place.

The ancient trees stand tall, their wisdom intertwined,
With roots deep in the earth, and branches that unwind.
Stars above are twinkling, like diamonds in the sky,< A silent conversation, between the earth and high. A brook nearby is singing, its melody so sweet, A lullaby for creatures, who in the night do meet. The grass sways gently, in rhythm with the tune, A dance of life and beauty, beneath the silver moon. As dawn begins to break, and shadows start to fade, The grove returns to slumber, in the morning's gentle shade. Yet memories of the night, in nature's heart remain, A timeless tale of wonder, in the moonlit grove's domain.