In the heart of the forest’s gentle embrace,
Where whispers of leaves set the night’s pace,
We gather ’round the campfire’s glow,
While stories of old in soft voices flow.

The stars above in their endless sprawl,
Twinkle with secrets they never recall,
Crickets sing in the cool, crisp air,
A symphony wild, beyond compare.

Tents stand in shadows of ancient trees,
A haven from winds that dance with ease,
Dreams are woven in the fabric of night,
Guided by the moon’s silver light.

As dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
The forest awakens, bidding goodbye,
Memories of whispers and starlit skies,
Remain etched in time as the fire dies.