In the heart of ancient woods, where whispers softly sing,
Beneath the canopy so vast, where time does not take wing.
A place where sunlight dances through leaves of emerald green,
And shadows weave their stories in a world unseen.

The gentle rustle of the leaves, a symphony of peace,
In every breath of the forest, a timeless release.
The brook’s gentle murmur, a melody so pure,
Echoes through the stillness, where souls find their cure.

Moss carpets the forest floor, where footsteps leave no trace,
In this realm of wonder, nature’s warm embrace.
The scent of earth and pine fills the air so sweet,
A place where heart and spirit effortlessly meet.

Here in the enchanted forest, where dreams begin to soar,
Every moment lingers, inviting you to explore.
A sanctuary of tranquility, where worries cease to be,
In the whispers of the woodland, one’s spirit is set free.