In the heart of the ancient woodlands, where shadows dance,
The trees whisper secrets of time, a gentle trance.
Moonlight bathes the leaves in silver, a soft embrace,
A world untouched by time’s relentless pace.

Crickets sing a symphony, a nocturnal choir,
While the breeze carries tales of old, of love and fire.
The earth beneath is alive, breathing stories untold,
In this sacred place, mysteries unfold.

A canopy of stars watches over from above,
Guardians of dreams, of sorrow and of love.
Their light filters through branches, creating a mosaic,
A tapestry of night, both ethereal and archaic.

Here, in this forest, where time seems to pause,
Nature’s beauty reigns supreme, without a cause.
A haven for the weary soul, seeking solace and peace,
A place where earthly worries find their quiet release.