In the heart of the enchanted wood,
Where moonlight weaves its silver thread,
The ancient trees in silence stood,
Guardians of secrets long since said.

A brook that sings a timeless song,
Carries tales from lands afar,
The stars above, a watchful throng,
Glimmer like a distant star.

Through mist and shadow, whispers glide,
Of dreams and wishes yet to be,
In this realm where magic bides,
The soul finds its wild decree.

With every step, the heart unfolds,
In the dance of nature’s grace,
Here in the forest, life beholds,
A fantasy in time and space.