In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
A chorus of whispers, a wild romance,
Creatures of twilight, both timid and bold,
Share tales of the night, ancient and old.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery gleam,
Owls sing softly, in a melodic dream,
Wolves howl stories to the distant stars,
While fireflies glow, like tiny, bright jars.

In the meadow where the tall grass sways,
Deer move silently in a graceful daze,
Frogs croak hymns by the bubbling brook,
Each sound a note in nature’s great book.

When dawn breaks and the sun starts to rise,
Birds bring the morning with their cheerful cries,
The wild awakens, in harmony it breathes,
A symphony of life, in the rustling leaves.