In shadows deep where whispers breathe,
The ancient woods their secrets weave,
Beneath the canopy, dark and wide,
Nature’s mysteries quietly hide.

The whispers soft, the rustling leaves,
Tell stories old, of ancient eves,
Where moonlit paths and starlit skies,
Guard the woods with watchful eyes.

Through mist and moss, where silence speaks,
In twilight’s glow, the magic peaks,
The heart of woods, a sacred space,
An eternal dance, an endless grace.

So wander here, with soul unbound,
In woods where dreams and peace are found,
Embrace the calm, the gentle breeze,
And find your heart among the trees.