Beneath the boughs where shadows play,
An ancient tale begins to weave,
Among the whispers of the leaves,
In the heart of a forgotten day.

The moonlight dances on the stream,
Casting silver on the stones,
While the night sings in gentle tones,
Holding secrets in its gleam.

In the silence, the forest breathes,
A symphony of life untold,
As the stars in stories unfold,
Wrapped in the night’s gentle sheath.

Here, in this sanctuary of dreams,
Time stands still in quiet grace,
Embracing the soul in its embrace,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.