In the heart of the emerald wood,
Beneath the silver lunar glow,
Creatures gather in silent mood,
In a world where secrets flow.

The owl with wisdom in its eyes,
Glides on gentle, silent wings,
While the wolf, in shadow, lies,
Listening to the night that sings.

Fireflies dance in rhythmic flight,
Painting dreams upon the air,
As the fox in russet bright,
Moves with grace beyond compare.

Beneath the stars, their stories weave,
In the tranquil, hushed embrace,
Of a night that bids them never leave,
In this wild, enchanted place.