In the heart of the ancient forest, whispers weave through the trees,
Leaves rustle secrets of old, carried by the gentle breeze.
Sunlight dances upon the moss, a golden tapestry,
Each beam a story told, in nature’s grand decree.
Beneath the canopy, shadows play, a silent ballet,
Streams murmur lullabies, guiding the wanderer’s way.
The scent of pine and earth, a symphony so sweet,
Where every step and breath, the forest’s life we meet.
Majestic oaks stand tall, guardians of time’s embrace,
Their branches spread like arms, in an eternal grace.
Fauna and flora thrive, in a delicate balance pure,
A testament to lifeâs resilience, forever to endure.
At dusk, the forest sighs, as twilight paints the sky,
Stars awaken gently, as day whispers goodbye.
In the stillness of the night, the forest dreams anew,
A world of wonder and peace, in every shade and hue.