**_In the heart of the forest, whispers of ancient trees weave tales old and wise,

Where sunlight dances through emerald leaves, painting shadows in secrets' guise.

Moss-coated stones hum with the rhythm of nature's song,

While ferns unfurl their emerald fronds, in harmony they belong.

Birds of a rainbow feather, their melodies fill the air,

A symphony of woodland whispers, a dance without a care.

In the depths of the undergrowth, where shadows take their form,

Mysteries untold, ancient magic, in silence they transform.

The woodlands are a tapestry, a canvas of the wild,

A sanctuary for the earthbound, where nature's spirit smiled.

So wander through the forest, where stories are untold,

In the embrace of the woodlands, a timeless tale unfold. A _**