In the heart of the forest where shadows play,
Lies a silence that speaks in a thousand ways.
The trees, ancient guardians of time,
Whisper secrets in a rhythm sublime.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
The wisdom of ages can be seen.
Each leaf a page in a timeless book,
If only we pause, if only we look.

The brook sings softly a melody old,
Carving tales in the earth, bold and cold.
Stones, worn smooth by the dance of years,
Hold stories of joy, and silent tears.

In the twilight’s gentle, fading light,
Stars begin to whisper in the night.
They tell of worlds beyond our sight,
And the wisdom found in the quiet of night.