In the heart of ancient woods, where shadows play,
Whispers of the forest sing, both night and day.
Leaves rustle secrets, tales of time gone by,
Underneath the canopy, where spirits softly sigh.

Golden rays of sunlight pierce the emerald veil,
Dancing on the forest floor, a luminescent trail.
Gentle streams weave stories, murmuring with grace,
In this sacred haven, nature finds its place.

The scent of earth and pine, a fragrance pure and sweet,
Guides the weary traveler to nature’s quiet retreat.
Birds chirp melodies, a symphony so grand,
In this timeless woodland, crafted by nature’s hand.

As twilight falls and stars ignite the sky,
The forest hums a lullaby, where dreams quietly lie.
In the heart of ancient woods, where shadows play,
Whispers of the forest sing, both night and day.