In the heart of whispering woods, secrets are sown,
Beneath the canopy where sunlight dapples ground,
Ancient oaks stand guard, their stories unknown,
Leaves rustle softly, a symphony profound.

Shadows dance with the wind, weaving old lore,
Paths meander through whispers of yesterday,
Nature’s tapestry stretched forevermore,
Silent sentinels mark the forest’s sway.

The scent of pine lingers in the cool air,
A gentle reminder of life unconfined,
In this serene haven, free from despair,
Hearts find solace, and peace they seek to find.

Here, time pauses, and the soul finds its rest,
In the gentle embrace of nature’s grace,
A sanctuary where spirits are blessed,
In the woods, we discover our own space.