In the heart where shadows dance,
Beneath the moon's silver glance,
Lies a forest, old as time,
Whispering tales in gentle rhyme.

Twilight weaves through leaves and boughs,
Where secrets hide and time allows,
For spirits old and creatures shy,
To roam beneath the starlit sky.

Ancient trees, so tall and wise,
Guarding secrets, old as skies,
Their...