In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance and sunlight floods,
The creatures of nature softly tread,
In harmony with the world they’ve wed.

The eagle soars with wings unfurled,
Watching over the tranquil world,
The foxes play in meadows green,
A silent ballet, serene, unseen.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
The wolves’ song begins to flow,
A chorus ancient, wild, and free,
Echoing through the towering trees.

In this realm of untamed grace,
Every creature knows its place,
A tapestry woven with life’s breath,
In the forest, there is no death.