In quiet woods where shadows play,
The whispers of the leaves unfold,
A journey through the paths of day,
Where stories of the heart are told.

Beneath the boughs where silence sings,
The echoes of a distant past,
In every breeze, a memory clings,
Of moments meant to ever last.

The road ahead, a choice to make,
With every step, a life unknown,
In solitude, the heart will wake,
To find the dreams it calls its own.

So let us wander through the trees,
With wonder in each step we take,
For in the woods, the soul is free,
And paths of life begin to wake.