In the heart of the ancient forest, where time stands still,
Whispers of the wind tell tales of yore,
Shadows dance with the light of dawn,
As leaves rustle secrets from days long gone.

Beneath the towering trees, a world unseen,
Creatures of the night sing a lullaby,
Streams of silver weave through the green,
Reflecting the moon’s gentle sigh.

Paths untrodden lead to realms unknown,
Where the air is filled with a mystic song,
Roots entwine in the earth’s embrace,
Holding stories of a forgotten race.

Here, in this sacred, silent place,
The spirit of nature breathes life anew,
Every corner, a whisper of grace,
In the ancient forest, dreams come true.