In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where shadows dance and secrets brood,
The whispers of the leaves unfold,
Tales of mysteries long untold.

Beneath the canopy so vast,
Time stands still, the moments last,
The chirping birds sing lullabies,
Underneath the twilight skies.

The streams that flow with gentle grace,
Reflect the moon’s ethereal face,
In every ripple, dreams reside,
Carried by the evening tide.

As stars ignite the velvet night,
The forest breathes, a wondrous sight,
In every breath, a story weaves,
Among the timeless, whispering leaves.