In the forest, shadows play,

Dancing lights in soft decay.

Mossy carpets, roots that creep,

Secrets buried, ancient, deep.

A stream hums low, a quiet song,

Whispered tales of time so long.

Branches bend with wisdom’s weight,

Guarding paths that twist with fate.

Among the stillness, life abounds,

A heartbeat felt, a world of sounds.

Echoes linger, voices old,

Stories told, yet never sold.