Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight dances, gently seen,
The whispering leaves tell tales of old,
In the heart of the forest, stories unfold.

Shadows play in the dappled light,
As creatures stir in the quiet night,
The scent of pine, the earth so sweet,
Where nature and dreams silently meet.

Rivers weave through ancient trees,
Singing songs carried by the breeze,
Moss-clad stones, a soft embrace,
A hidden world, a sacred place.

In this realm, time stands still,
The forest bends to nature’s will,
A sanctuary where spirits rest,
In the enchanted forest, we are blessed.