Beneath the silvery glow of night’s gentle embrace,
Where ancient trees hold secrets of forgotten lore,
The winds whisper tales of realms beyond,
In a symphony of leaves and dreams.

In the heart of the moonlit forest, shadows come alive,
Dancing in the twilight, weaving stories untold,
Their laughter echoes through the rustling branches,
As stardust falls like gentle rain.

Creatures of wonder roam the enchanted paths,
With eyes that sparkle like the evening stars,
Guardians of magic, keepers of time,
In harmony with the night’s serene song.

As dawn approaches and dreams begin to fade,
The forest sighs with a promise of return,
Where fantasy reigns and reality sleeps,
Until the moon calls once more.