In the ancient woods, where shadows dance and play,
Whispers of old stories gently sway.
Beneath the canopy, the world stands still,
A sanctuary where hearts can heal.

The leaves, they murmur secrets of the past,
Each rustling breath, a memory cast.
Sunlight filters through, a golden hue,
Painting dreams in shades of green and blue.

Paths wind deeper, where mysteries reside,
Among the trees, where spirits glide.
The air is thick with nature’s embrace,
In this timeless, enchanted place.

Night falls softly, stars begin to gleam,
The woods transform into a dream.
In the stillness, one can find,
Peace and solace, of the rarest kind.