In the heart of the ancient forest, where shadows softly tread,
Whispers of the ages past, in every rustling thread.
Spirits dance among the trees, with stories left untold,
A symphony of timelessness, in hues of green and gold.

Beneath the canopy so vast, a world of secrets lies,
The gentle hum of nature’s breath, beneath the azure skies.
Every leaf and every branch, a fragment of the lore,
Of lives entwined with earth and sky, in rhythms evermore.

The river sings a lullaby, as it winds through ancient stone,
A melody of waters pure, in undertones unknown.
Creatures in the underbrush, with eyes like twilight’s gleam,
Move in silence, side by side, within this endless dream.

As dusk descends, the forest glows, with mysteries anew,
A realm where time itself stands still, beneath the evening dew.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where shadows softly tread,
Whispers of the ages past, in every rustling thread.