Echoes of the Forgotten Forest

Beneath a canopy of emerald green,

Ancient stories softly unfold.

Tall trees, guardians of forgotten lore,

Their branches weave a timeless dance.

Leaves rustle like voices of yore,

Inviting all who dare to take a chance.

Moonlight spills through the tangled boughs,

Casting silver upon the forest floor.

Shadows stretch like spectral vows,

Guarding the memories of what came before.

A stream sings a lullaby to the night,

Its waters pure as a maiden's sigh.

Rocks stand as sentinels, silent and bright,

Witnesses to ages that have drifted by.

Once, long ago, in this enchanted place,

Wanderers sought the wisdom of trees.

Now, only echoes of their quest remain,

Carried on the whispers of the breeze.

The forest keeps its secrets well,

A sanctuary from the march of time.

In its depths, mysteries dwell,

Hidden in nature's ageless rhyme.

So tread lightly through the forest's heart,

Listen to the stories the silence imparts.

For in this place, where magic thrives,

The soul of the ancient woodland survives.

The heart of the forest survives, so tread lightly.