In the heart of the tangled woods, where whispers softly play,
I wander through the shadowed paths, where sunlight fades away.
The leaves beneath my feet, they sing a song of rustling cries,
Guiding me through the twisted trails beneath the endless skies.

The echoes of my footsteps blend with the murmuring breeze,
Lost within a world of dreams, beneath the ancient trees.
The stars above, like distant fires, they flicker and they wane,
Illuminating secret paths, where only dreams remain.

The silence wraps around me, a cloak of gentle night,
Embracing all my wandering thoughts, beneath the pale moonlight.
In solitude, I find my peace, a solace deep and true,
As I journey through the shadows, in search of something new.

Yet even in this lonely place, where paths are hard to find,
I learn that being lost sometimes can free the troubled mind.
For in the heart of wilderness, where echoes softly blend,
The journey is the destination, and the path will never end.