In the heart where shadows dance and play,
The forest breathes in whispers old and wise.
Through emerald leaves, the sunlight finds its way,
Painting fleeting patterns in disguise.

Beneath the towering giants, time stands still,
A symphony of rustling leaves and songs.
Each footstep echoes stories, tales fulfill,
Of creatures hidden where the forest belongs.

The gentle stream that weaves through ancient roots,
Murmurs secrets to the stones it passes by.
In harmony with nature’s tender flutes,
The forest sings its lullaby.

As twilight falls, the stars begin to wake,
Their light a gentle kiss upon the night.
The forest dreams in silence for daybreak,
Wrapped in the moon’s soft, silver light.