In the heart of the forgotten forest,
Where shadows weave their ancient tales,
Time stands still amidst the whispers,
As echoes dance on gentle gales.

The towering trees, guardians of old,
Hold secrets wrapped in emerald leaves,
Their stories carved in bark and boughs,
A tapestry that nature weaves.

Beneath the canopy’s emerald glow,
The forest floor, a realm of dreams,
Where sunbeams kiss the fragrant earth,
And life flows through the silent streams.

Here in this place, where echoes linger,
The spirit finds its quiet grace,
Amidst the whispers of forgotten woods,
We find our hearts in nature’s embrace.