In the heart of the enchanted woods, where magic softly gleams,
Fairies dance on moonlit paths, weaving through our dreams.
Whispered secrets fill the air, as ancient trees do speak,
Of timeless tales and mysteries, in shadows they do seek.

Beneath the silver canopy, where starlight softly falls,
Enchanted creatures roam the night, within these hallowed halls.
The gentle breeze carries a tune, of lullabies so sweet,
As dreams take flight on feathered wings, in slumber’s soft retreat.

The river’s song, a melody, that echoes through the glade,
Carries forth the fairy lore, in twilight’s gentle shade.
A world unseen by mortal eyes, yet felt within the heart,
Where magic lives eternally, and never shall depart.

So listen close, dear wanderer, to whispers in the night,
For in the realm of fairy tales, the soul finds pure delight.
Embrace the wonder and the awe, let dreams and tales entwine,
And in the enchanted woods, your heart shall ever shine.