Within the heart of ancient trees,
Where whispers float upon the breeze,
A world of secrets softly lies,
Beneath the vast and open skies.

Each leaf, a tale, each root, a song,
In this realm where spirits throng,
The woods, a canvas painted green,
With shades of life, serene, unseen.

A symphony of rustling leaves,
A melody that never grieves,
In shadows deep, and sunlight’s kiss,
The woods, an endless, silent bliss.

Through paths unknown, where dreams alight,
The woods embrace both day and night,
A sanctuary, wild and free,
Where souls connect with nature’s plea.