In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
Whispering leaves tell tales by chance.
A symphony of secrets, ancient and wise,
Beneath the canopy, where the spirit lies.

Each footstep on the mossy floor,
Echoes of time, forevermore.
The wood’s embrace, both gentle and strong,
A timeless song, where we belong.

Sunlight filters through branches high,
Painting the ground with a golden sigh.
Nature’s cathedral, serene and grand,
A sacred space in a troubled land.

Here, in the woods, where peace resides,
Among the trees, where life abides.
Let your heart be still, and truly see,
The whispering woods, where souls run free.