In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where shadows dance and secrets bloom,
Creatures roam in gentle grace,
Painting stories in the moon’s soft light.
The fox with its fiery gaze,
Weaves through the silver streams,
While the owl watches from ancient boughs,
Keeper of time in the night’s embrace.
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
The stag stands proud, a silhouette bold,
As the chorus of crickets sings,
To the rhythm of a world untold.
In this realm where nature speaks,
Each whisper a song, each step a tale,
Animals dance to the melody of life,
In harmony where dreams take flight.